The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 52
Of course, he wouldnât believe her.
But she couldnât help feeling a surge of frustration.
âIf youâre suspicious, ask anyone. Iâve been eating around this time lately…â
Grroowl.
While calmly explaining with a composed expression, her stomach growled loudly, cutting her off.
Well, she had been trying to appear serious to gain his trustâŚ
But it was a rather loud sound.
Though embarrassed for a moment, she quickly composed herself and cleared her throat before continuing.
âAnyway, we havenât run into each other in the dining room recently, so I hope thereâs no misunderstanding…â
Grrrroooowl.
But then, her stomach roared again, demanding food without any consideration for the situation.
His expression, which had been filled with disdain, subtly shifted.
Though she had shown him plenty of embarrassing moments before, she had hoped to avoid adding to that list.
âMaybe this is for the best?â
Nina sighed in resignation.
She had already lost her dignity, but at least now she didnât need to explain herself further.
âAs you can hear, Iâm genuinely starving too. But Iâll leave you to eat first. Iâll come back later.â
Just as she finished speaking with a detached expression and turned to leave…
ââŚWait.â
A voice unexpectedly called out from behind her.
âWhat? Was that a hallucination…?â
Nina froze in place, blinking, before coming to a conclusion.
âHm, mustâve been a hallucination.â
There was no way her husband would call out to her.
After spending all day worrying about how to tell him she had quit the loan business, it felt like she was imagining things.
She let out a small chuckle, shook her head, and continued walking.
But then.
âDidnât you hear me saying âwaitâ?â
Ninaâs eyes widened in surprise as she spun around.
âAh⌠Was that directed at me?â
Blinking, she pointed to herself, and he raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
âWho else would I be talking to right now?â
âWell, thatâs true, but…â
Tilting her head in confusion, a thought suddenly struck her, and her face stiffened.
âYouâre not going to interrogate me about whether I really do eat at around this time, are you?â
That would be too much, even for him!
Isnât this a bit too much?
Feeling a bit wronged, Nina shot him a frustrated look, but he sighed softly and said,
â…What I meant is that there’s no need for you to leave.â
âAre you suggesting we eat togetherâŚ?â
â…â
A slight crease appeared between his brows as if he were troubled, but he didnât deny it.
In this situation, silence could be taken as agreement, right?
After their conversation earlier, she had worried that their relationship hadnât improved, but it seemed things were getting better. What a relief.
For him to suggest eating togetherâwasnât that a gesture of reconciliation?
Itâs not as if they had yelled at each other, but still, there had been tension.
âWell then, I wonât refuse.â
Her face immediately brightened, and she quickly headed into the dining room, afraid he might change his mind.
‘He wouldnât just disappear after acting like weâd eat together⌠right?â
Nina glanced back over her shoulder.
Fortunately, he was following her, just as she had hoped.
The maids who were setting the table stopped in surprise, wide-eyed.
âMaster, should we prepare dinner for the two of you togetherâŚ?â
One of the maids asked, looking unsure, and Ash silently nodded.
Since the day they had returned from Granvil, it wasnât lost on her that the charm of that âprincess carryâ had long since worn off, as she and her husband hadnât been seen together in the house.
Marsha had subtly been listening to the staffâs conversations, keeping tabs on Ninaâs reputation.
Their relationship had improved, but it still wasnât considered good.
That was how people viewed her and Ash these days.
So, who could have predicted that, at this moment, the coupleâwho hadnât eaten together in two yearsâwould enter the dining room side by side?
The maidâs eyes grew wide in shock for a moment before she quickly regained her composure.
âWe shall prepare Your Gracesâ meal right away.â
The maid, eager to gossip, hurriedly left the room like someone who couldnât wait to spill the news.
