Divorce Manual

Chapter 12

A name that was so distracting that I didn't care about at first.

Rose Boutique—

In that moment, I could feel the fire burning in my heart, which I was about to erase because she's not my match, but this is just—

These people been playing games in front of me.

Of course, this is all under the command of Catherine.

This is why I didn't say anything regarding the clothes.

Ha ah—How do I control these things?

"Who—"

"Your grace, I think I've made a mistake, or maybe I've disturbed you. Forgive me..."

Rose then bows her head, waiting for me to change my decision.

"Yes, you did."

I am not going to reverse my decision on the dress order, but I am reflecting on my quieter days.

I've been too nice by being quiet.

If I let Rose out like this now, Catherine would be in high spirits and would call in another dressmaker of her own, saying that the Wicking Wardrobe was a bad choice.

She would benefit regardless if Rose did well or not.

Catherine doesn't have anything to lose, doesn't she?

Only if the lies are not revealed.

Katherine, you're smart.

So what should I do?

My head spins, thinking about the worst thing that can happen.

Then, maybe I should take advantage of the worst.

You ignored me because you are trying to fight the battles for the former duchess.

I'll make you regret it like hell.

Let's keep in order Catherine first.

I feel my head trembling, perhaps because of the adrenaline rush I get from my anger.

"Madame Rose," I say, gazing at her like a prey.

"Yes."

I then smile. "Did you say the name of your wardrobe was Wicking?"

"Yes, Rose of Wicking."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Who—" I then sigh deeply, and tap my chin as if I'm thinking about something serious. "It's a place that Catherine has praised a lot, and leaving like this is..."

"..."

Under my scrutinizing stare and the mention of Catherine, Rose laughs awkwardly. "What are you talking about?"

I grin. "Huh? Katherine complimented Rose so much, don't you guys know each other?"

Rose's clear eyes shake urgently because she couldn't figure out if what I said is true from the smile on my face.

Like a kid that see food in front of him, I'm not about to let this moment pass by. I say affectionately, softening my face with a bright smile, exerting all self control. "I was going to give you another chance to save face because she said you were better than the Wicking Wardrobe."

"..."

"Aren't you from Rose Boutique? If not, well—"

"Ah, Catherine, the maid!"