The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 94
She went outside, thinking sheâd give him a piece of candy since heâd been lingering around for a while, and she was shocked when she saw his condition.
Ten years old? Eleven at most?
He was a boy with blue hair, and his face was covered in bruises as if someone had beaten him.
âChild, do you need help?â
âUm, IâŚâ
The boy hesitated for a long time, then quickly disappeared down a narrow alley.
Was it domestic violence? Or was it someone else?
She thought he might run away if she pried too much, so she decided to wait patiently until he was ready to talk.
But she should have tried harder to persuade him instead.
The image of his bruised face lingered in her mind, leaving her feeling heavy-hearted.
âIs something troubling you?â
Had he heard her sigh just now?
Ash, who had just returned from bathing and was gathering a thin blanket, asked Nina.
âActually, earlier⌠No, itâs nothing.â
She started to tell him but decided against it.
There was no way she could find out the boyâs identity right now, so saying anything would only share this unresolved feeling of frustration.
ââŚIf youâre worried about losing to Duchess Nord, thereâs no need for that.â
Seeing her husband, who had returned directly from the imperial palace without any detours, even showing concern for her, she felt a wave of emotion.
âYour GraceâŚâ
Just as she was about to be movedâŚ
âItâs not as if you have much dignity left to lose anyway.â
âŚHis following words shattered that emotion like a bubble.
Of course. Thatâs exactly like him.
She had started feeling closer to him lately, but she must have gotten ahead of herself in her mind.
He casually threw out another remark while gathering his blanket.
âSo stop worrying about unnecessary things and get some sleep.â
Ah, a classic tsundere. A grumpy but secretly caring type.
In the end, wasnât he just saying he was worried she wouldnât get enough rest?
She flopped onto the sofa and studied Ashâs face as he casually toweled off his damp hair.
She half-expected his ears to be a little red, but noâhe was completely composed.
Forget tsundere.
It was just his handsome face filtering his less-than-pretty words, making them sound better.
As she watched him settle onto the sofa, she finally asked.
âYour Grace, are you planning to sleep on the sofa again tonight?â
âYes.â
Of courseâŚ
She had a feeling this morning, from the way he made those petty remarks.
She knew he was planning to sleep on the sofa again tonight.
âYour Grace, just in case, let me say this upfrontâdonât take it the wrong way.â
âWhat is it?â
âWell, I was thinkingâŚâ
ââŚâŚ?â
Ash tilted his head, raising one eyebrow in suspicion.
His gray eyes, now sharp with doubt, and his cold expression made her falter.
Ah, whatever.
She squeezed her eyes shut and blurted it out.
âIâll just sleep on the sofa tonight!â
She smiled sheepishly, like an idiot, at his expression of disbelief.
ââŚYou hesitated so much just to say that?â
Exactly.
At first, she thought about suggesting theyâd share the bed, but knowing his personality, heâd probably storm off in protest.
Yet he acted as if heâd never even heard her suggestion, lying back on the sofa and hooking one leg over the armrest.
âYour Grace, I donât want to be petty. I donât like it, and it makes me uncomfortable when Iâm the only one being considered.â
He had come to the capital after a grueling journey, moving under the hot sun all day, just like she had.
It didnât seem fair for me to sleep comfortably while he didnât.
Even if it was a small thing, she didnât want to accept his one-sided consideration.
âEven if you dislike it, youâll endure it. Itâs better than hearing you complain.â
âI swear I wonât complain. Did I say anything while we were camping? Not even once, right?â
Her entire body had screamed in pain, but she didnât show it, nor did she hold him back.
Still, he didnât trust her?
He seemed to run out of arguments, covering his eyes with the back of his hand as if to end the conversation.
For some reason, she felt a surge of stubbornness.
âFine, then letâs just share the bed.â
âWhat on earth are you sayingâŚ?â
He looked at Nina like she was some kind of pest, and she snorted.
âIf you donât like that, then give up the sofa to meââ
âŚWait a minute.
Now that she thought about it, this was strange.
If they were arguing over the bed, that would be one thing.
Why were they fighting over who gets to sleep uncomfortably?
