The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 33
ââŚHave you been well?â
At Duke Granvilâs warm greeting, Nina collected herself and forced a smile.
âYes. And you, Duke? Have you been healthy?â
âOf course, Iâve been well.â
ââŚâŚ.â
An awkward silence followed.
It seemed the Duke had also heard the rumors about her begging her husband for intimacy.
A mix of pity and worry was evident in his eyes.
âIâve greeted you, so Iâll take my leave now. You should talk to the other guests as well.â
âWellâŚâ
âItâs okay. Iâll greet you again before I leave.â
As Duchess Granvil shot her a sharp look, as if to say âjust leave alreadyâ, Nina gave a bitter smile.
She hadnât intended to have a long conversation anyway.
The important thing now was to prevent the accident that would happen today.
The chandelier, decorated with dozens, hundreds of crystals, weighed as much as an adult.
If that heavy thing were to fall on someone’s head, anyone could guess what would happen.
Nina first checked the problematic chandelier.
A shiver ran down her spine.
Marquis Saldersford was standing in the same spot as in her past life when the accident occurred.
The chandelier still showed no visible signs of trouble.
…But the fact that the Marquis was standing there meant the accident was imminent.
The gory scene from her past flashed before her eyes for a moment.
Nina, pale with tension, approached him.
ââŚItâs been a while, Marquis Saldersford.â
âYes, it has.â
Allen M. Saldersford.
With dark reddish-brown hair and eyes, a height just over 180cm, a solid build, and a kind expression.
After finishing his reply, he slightly turned his body to avoid facing her directly.
It was enough to make her feel unwelcome.
She hadnât expected a warm response.
Every time they met, they exchanged only cold, formal greetings.
So, she hadnât tried to get close to him either.
ââŚI heard your estate is quite far from here. Wasnât the journey hard?â
âAs you can see, Iâm fine.â
Allen replied curtly, spinning his champagne glass.
His relaxed eyes and gestures clearly indicated that he found talking to her boring.
Usually, such subtle hints were enough for people to step back, but Nina couldnât.
There was a potential weapon dangling overhead.
She had to keep the conversation going, no matter what.
ââŚDid you know there was an earthquake at dawn?â
âWell, if it was dawn, I must have been sleeping.â
âOur wine cellar was a mess because of the earthquake, soâŚâ
Creak.
A faint noise that one could only hear if all their nerves were focused on the ceiling.
An ominous feeling, as if sharp crystals could rain down at any moment.
Goosebumps rose on Ninaâs skin as she quickly glanced up at the ceiling and continued.
ââŚDidnât you just hear a strange sound?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âJust now, a strange noise⌠Anyway, wouldnât it be better to come over here? After hearing about the earthquake this morning, I just have a very bad feeling.â
Unaware of Ninaâs concern, Allen took a sip of champagne and spoke leisurely.
âI donât know what your intentions are in approaching me, but if youâre planning to use me for something, youâd better give up.â
âIntentions? I have no such thing. I just mentioned it because I have a bad feeling. I think youâre overreacting.â
âOverreacting, you say. Well…â
Allen scoffed softly and, in a gentle yet chilly voice, asked her to leave.
âIsnât it better to avoid strange rumors involving you? So, please, understand and step aside. Kindly, leave.â
To top it off, he even gestured with his chin.
Despite his gentle appearance, he clearly showed hostility toward her.
This wonât do.
I need to be a bit more brazen.
âWhy should I leave?â
Please.
âThen should I, a guest, leave?â
Please, pleaseâŚ
âYou could. This place doesnât belong to you. If you donât want to deal with me, you should leave. Thatâs the most certain way.â
PleaseâŚ!
However, it seemed my shamelessness had only fueled his competitive spirit.
Instead of leaving, he leisurely sipped his champagne and stared at me, as if to see who would win.