15 - My Husband is My Favorite, But I Think I'm Going to Get Divorced
Chapter 15
"Hoo..."
I turned my back on His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince as he strode out, and only then did I stagger and collapse onto the sofa.
“I really thought I was going to die.”
Honestly, from the moment I entered the drawing room, I had the urge to punch His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince.
But I had no intention of actually hitting him.
I couldn't be arrested for attempted regicide before I even settled my bad blood with His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince before the wedding!
So, I gritted my teeth and suppressed the rising anger, half out of my mind, but then this happened because I was focused on the bug…
When His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince asked ominously if I had just hit him, I sincerely thought my life was over before I could even see my favorite face, and my vision went white.
In the midst of all that, I secretly felt relieved that I had hit him, but I forced my reluctant mouth to apologize…
Following His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince’s twitching cheek, which seemed to be quivering with anger, the corpse of the bug also twitched.
I was horrified and amused at the same time, and I don't know how hard I bit my lip.
I endured it, thinking that it would really be over if I laughed, and I'm glad I got through it.
“But wasn't that a little strange…?”
I thought he would be happy to have the opportunity to get rid of me, who was obviously a thorn in his side, and punish me.
But he didn't pursue the hitting incident and just let it go.
“He did sneer at me for not telling the truth, but did he become more lenient because I said I gave up?”
But there was a strange sense of incongruity.
‘I want to believe I was wrong, but…’
No matter how I thought about it, I felt an inexplicable surge of emotion in His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince’s eyes as he looked at my hand a moment ago.
Among them, I felt a hint of joy, which I couldn't understand.
“N-No way!”
His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince, was he a pervert?!
Thinking about it, he really did seem happy, which gave me goosebumps.
I didn't want to know anything about His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince’s secret tastes!
I grimaced and was disgusted when the drawing room door opened and someone ran in.
“Sister!”
“Melissa? Why are you here? It would be a problem if you ran into His Highness.”
“I was worried about you, Sister. But I came after hearing that His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince had left.”
“Good job.”
Melissa smiled shyly at my compliment and asked cautiously.
“Did you have a good conversation with His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince?”
“Huh? Uh-huh…”
I don't think it would be right to call that a proper conversation, but anyway, I said everything I wanted to say.
Although I was treated like a liar and ridiculed a lot.
“Oh, Melissa. I'm so sorry, what should I do?”
“Yes?”
“Actually, I made a mistake with His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince… so I gave him your handkerchief.”
Actually, I had no intention of giving him the handkerchief.
It was just that, urged by the aide, I thought it would be a disaster if His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince left with the bug corpse on his cheek.
Not only did I dare to hit His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince’s cheek, but I also stood still even though something dirty was on it.
So, I hurriedly handed over Melissa's handkerchief, which I happened to have, to tell him to wipe it off.
—…Are you giving this to me now?
I was so embarrassed when he asked that.
I was too embarrassed to say outright that there was a dead bug on his cheek, so I carefully told him to wipe his cheek, but instead of wiping the cheek I told him to wipe, he suddenly put someone else's handkerchief in his pocket.
Fortunately, His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince rubbed his cheek with his own hand at the end, so the bug corpse fell off safely…
‘I didn't even say it was Melissa's, but did he feel it instinctively?’
Why did he take the handkerchief?
Of course, it was obvious to anyone that it wasn't Evgenia's handkerchief.
But for some reason, I felt uneasy.
“The handkerchief is fine.”
The angelic Melissa smiled brightly without asking or questioning and stroked her chest.
“I'm glad. I was worried that I would have to tell you myself.”
Um, now that I think about it, I suddenly had a strange thought.
I naturally thought that His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince had called me to get angry about Melissa's rejection of the marriage proposal.
But His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince did ask if I knew he had sent the marriage proposal, but he didn't mention it after that.
He said he was going to set off soon, but he didn't even see Melissa…
At that moment, I realized why I felt a strange sense of incongruity and unease.
‘Could it be… no way, right?’
There was a possibility that His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince had a strange taste, but what I was most worried about was that I was a transmigrator.
Why are there so many clichés?
A cliché where a transmigrated or regressed character asks their indifferent fiancé or husband to break off the engagement or get a divorce, and then they start obsessing over them!
I even made a flag-raising statement today, saying that I had given up.
What if His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince, who was slapped in the face today and opened his eyes to a strange taste, suddenly started obsessing over the villainess Evgenia belatedly?
‘Ugh, goosebumps!’
I shuddered at the thought.
Melissa tilted her head and blinked at me, but I didn't have time to answer her questions right now.
I don't think this will work.
I vaguely heard that he wouldn't be back for three months after he left for war.
I think I'll have to get married and go to the Ludion Duchy within that time.
…I'm definitely not rationalizing this to satisfy my own desires! Really!
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I could feel the servants of the Ducal House glancing at me with bewildered eyes.
Yes, I understand perfectly.
Even I would think it was strange if the villainess suddenly came out to the lobby at the time her father was supposed to be coming home from work, when she had always been distant.
“…Evgenia?”
And the person who would be most surprised by this finally appeared.
“E-Evgenia? Are you here to greet me?”
As expected, Duke Basilian was shocked to see me standing in the lobby.
His eyes looked murderous on the surface, so anyone would think his child had committed treason, but…
Having fully adapted to the Ducal House, I could tell.
The Duke was very embarrassed and touched.
‘I just met His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince and felt uneasy and worried, so I came out to meet him as soon as possible at the time he was supposed to be coming home from work.’
I felt a little embarrassed because the repercussions of my actions seemed to be bigger than I thought.
I'm only taking care of myself when Melissa is here, how can she live with the sadness of being an outsider?
I grumbled inwardly, but Melissa was smiling brightly, as if she liked being with me more than being greeted alone.
I originally had no intention of getting close to Evgenia's family, but how did things turn out like this?
I sighed inwardly and said urgently.
“I have something to tell Father.”
“Yes, I see.”
Now he takes all my words as words of embarrassment, and the Duke nodded repeatedly with the same touched expression.
I was about to frown, thinking that this wasn't right.
“Why did you bother to come out when you're not feeling well? I was going to go to your room anyway.”
Lionel, who was behind the Duke, said with a fierce glare.
It sounded like a scolding at first, and it was a very embarrassing tone, but this time I could understand it appropriately. He was worried about me.
“I told you I'm fine, didn't the doctor say so?”
Why is everyone so eager to treat me like a seriously ill patient?
“But…!”
“Lionel, stop it. If Evgenia says so, then that's it.”
The Duke, who unusually took my side instead of nagging with Lionel, quietly looked at me.
“……?”
But the Duke's expression was dark, unlike before.
While I was talking to Lionel for a moment, the butler seemed to be reporting something, but did something serious happen?
I narrowed my eyes in doubt, and the Duke, who was watching my complexion, cleared his throat and said.
“That's good, Evgenia. I also have something to tell you.”
As soon as I heard that he had something to tell me, the only thing that came to my mind was, of course, one thing.
That the reply to the marriage proposal sent to the Ludion Ducal Family had returned.
My heart started beating as if it would explode, but I opened my mouth as if nothing was wrong.
