The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 253
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To avoid the humiliation of being turned away at the entrance, Nina touched up her makeup and changed into a simple outfit.
Whenever she went out somewhere far, she always prepared spare clothes in the carriage’s luggage compartment just in case, so it was a relief that she had something to change into.
“Hm, this should be enough, right?”
Her mood was weighed down because of what had happened at the exhibition, but even so, it was better to be elegantly melancholy while enjoying the hotel night view with a sweet glass of wine.
Moping in a corner would only sink her mood further.
It wouldn’t help her life in any way.
Though when facing the countless dark histories piled up behind her, she tended to think of avoidance first, anyone with even one dark history would understand, so she would pass on that.
Anyway, the pouch that she had expected to grow thin was nice and full.
After checking her reflection in the mirror, Nina took her pouch and went straight down to the lounge.
As befitted a place where atmosphere mattered, the people visiting the lounge bar were dressed elegantly.
‘Should I have dressed up a bit more?’
Rather than dressing up to look good for others, most people were dressed flamboyantly, as if they were at a party.
Though she was used to people’s attention, Nina didn’t particularly enjoy gazes focused on her.
‘…I just want to blend in among people.’
The moment she stood at the entrance of the lounge bar, she could feel subtle looks directed her way.
Should she just go back up to the room.
‘No, it’d be a waste to go back up when I just came down.’
How many people here would even know who she was anyway.
They were probably just looking because her outfit was relatively plain.
‘Let’s just have one quiet drink and go back up.’
Shaking her head lightly, Nina stepped inside.
“Excuse me, are you here alone?”
She nodded at the question from a staff member dressed in a neat uniform.
“I will guide you to a seat.”
“By the window, please.”
“Excuse me, but the window seats have a separate table fee. Would that be alright?”
Do lounge bars in this area even charge table fees?
Or was it simply because they didn’t want to give a good seat to a single person?
When she looked quietly into his eyes to gauge his intent, the staff member flushed and turned red with embarrassment.
Hmm, judging by that, it was not some attempt to mess with her.
She had almost felt offended, but seeing that there was no bad intent, she let out a small laugh.
Even so, she was wearing a rather expensive jewelry set.
Was it because her outfit was relatively simple compared to others.
“Here, a tip.”
Nina took out a gold coin from her wallet and slipped it into the staff member’s pocket.
This should be enough for him to realize that she had sufficient means.
“I-I will guide you to your seat right away.”
Having obtained a free pass with a single gold coin, Nina sat by the window with a satisfied smile and ordered the most expensive drink and appetizer.
A moment later, neatly arranged fruit and alcohol in an elegant glass bottle were placed on the table.
As she took a sip of the amber liquid while gazing at the night view to the gentle accompaniment of an unknown ensemble.
“You don’t seem to have company. If you don’t mind, may I join you?”
Some greasy-looking punk sat down across from her without permission.
‘This bastard?’
Nina’s eyebrow twitched.
“This seat is taken, so I’d like you to move.”
“No matter how expensive the drink, if there’s no one to share it with, it ends up tasting like punishment, doesn’t it?”
The punk rattled off slick words and swept Nina with a lecherous gaze.
“If the mood ripens while we chat, how about we go up to a room together…”
Her ears were going to rot.
Nina set her glass down and cut him off sharply.
“Are you a beggar, sir? Why are you coming to someone else’s table to mooch?”
She wanted to show polite conduct befitting a properly socialized wicked wife, but manners were something you extended based on who you were dealing with.
“Haha. For such a beautiful lady, your tongue is sharp. If money is the issue, don’t worry.”
The punk gestured with his chin toward someone.
Thump.
As if he had companions, two men who had been sitting at a table across from her sat down on either side of Nina without permission.
“……?”
What kind of dog-like situation is this.
