Honey, Why Can’t We Get a Divorce? Chapter 153 - Side story 6
It took a long time to look around at the furniture, but it wasn’t because Ophelia was picky. There were just too many options to consider for changing the furniture in the entire hall.
“I can’t do this anymore…”
Ophelia let out a groan and sat down on the displayed sofa.
“I can’t choose anymore. I don’t know what’s what anymore.”
“But, Madam, please choose just one more. Which would you like, the velvet side table or the leather side table?”
Irene spoke while showing a picture from the catalog, but Ophelia wasn’t particularly curious about whether it was velvet, leather, or something else, nor did she want to know.
“They both look similar… Can’t we just match the colors? Something like a bold red, or something like that.”
“Is that really okay!”
“This is your first party as the Duchess, right? It needs to be decorated as extravagant and grand as possible!”
“But I don’t have the energy.”
“Then I’ll do it.”
Rivert said, his eyes sparkling.
If people listen to it, it sounds like a faithful servant who is really enthusiastic about preparing for the party.
But Ophelia knew the truth. He was actually trying to avoid doing the work Neil had assigned him.
“You don’t want to go back to the mansion.”
“Yes.”
Rivert answered as if it were obvious and then raised an eyebrow at Ophelia.
“Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve been outside…? It’s only been a few hours, and you want me to go back in…? Madam, were you really that terrible of a person…?”
“….”
Poor Rivert… how did he end up getting caught by Neil like this…
Of course, it was Ophelia who brought Rivert along, but since she wasn’t the one tormenting him, she pretended not to notice.
“Then you and Irene can choose. Since you both know the mansion well, you should be able to pick suitable furniture.”
“Yes! Just leave it to me!”
“Yes. I’ll keep a close eye on Rivert so he doesn’t choose anything strange.”
Leaving behind Irene with a determined expression and Rivert, who let out a sigh of relief, Ophelia got up and reached out her hand to Jasmine.
“Then Jasmine, let’s go out. It’s getting too sleepy being here. We should have some tea or something.”
If it were up to her, she would want to down an iced Americano in one go. But unfortunately, there was no coffee in this world.”
‘If we sold coffee, it would sell really well.’
Coffee beans are grown in high-altitude areas. As far as she knew, there was a high region among the territories owned by Sylvester…
‘I should ask him.’
Even if she could start a coffee business someday, she couldn’t drink it right now. So she headed to the cafeteria, thinking she’d like some cool iced tea.
The street was lined with shops she hadn’t seen in a while, and they all seemed to be bustling with people.
“There are more shops?”
“Thanks to His Highness Largo.”
Why is his name suddenly mentioned? Jasmine continued speaking to Ophelia, who was puzzled.
“Most of the land that His Highness Prince Largo held was over here. Since it was taken from the previous owners, it was returned after he passed away. That’s why the shops have come in.”
That guy really caused damage to many places. Ophelia clicked her tongue.
“This is a shop that recently opened, and I’ve heard their cheesecake is really delicious. Are you okay with that?”
“I like it. As long as I can sit down and rest somewhere.”
“You must be really tired…”
“I guess I’m more like Sylvester after all.”
Jasmine tilted her head, as if to ask what that meant.
“I mean I want everything from here to there.”
“Aha. You’re talking about splurging.”
“…..”
Like Irene, Jasmine has also grown quite a bit.
She couldn’t even look me in the eye before.
It’s not that she wished for those times back, but she felt a sense of regret over how much things had changed… Perhaps she was becoming someone who sought power?
Ophelia went into the store with such a dull thought.
As she had seen from outside, the shop was very crowded, mostly filled with ladies who had gone out to enjoy the nice weather.
She knows everyone’s face.
Ophelia murmured to herself as she lightly opened her fan. However, perhaps due to how tired she had been just moments ago, her grip loosened, and she ended up dropping the fan.
“Oh my.”
Ophelia unconsciously let out a sigh.
At that moment, the noisy shop fell silent in an instant.
“D, Duchess Ryzen…!”
“W, why is the Duchess here?”
The ladies trembled in fear as soon as they saw Ophelia. Ophelia, who could easily guess the emotions on their faces, whispered to Jasmine.
“Why are they still afraid of me? Hasn’t my reputation improved recently?”
Jasmine answered with an embarrassed expression.
“Not everyone knows about your change…?”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that there are still many people who remember your brilliant record.”
“….”
Tsk. It’s been nearly a year since I’ve hit anyone.
While she felt a bit wronged, she understood.
Again, it must be noted that the previous Ophelia was in a really bad state. She would hit people, curse, and constantly torment others with her political maneuvers.
She’d been like that her whole life, so it would be hard to believe that she’d changed in just one year.
‘But there were quite a few people who liked me at Count Cardel’s party.’
Those people… they’re not here now. Tsk.
Ophelia nudged Jasmine with her elbow.
“Let’s go to a corner. I don’t want to make the atmosphere worse.”
Well, Fleur had already disappeared without a trace. Ophelia thought that if she stayed quiet, the rumors about her would fade as well. No one would bother her anymore.
‘So I’ll have to manage my image for the time being.’
Ophelia muttered to herself as she picked up her fan and walked with Jasmine to a corner.
It was then.
“Hiccup!”
A loud hiccup echoed through the air. It was such a noticeable sound that Ophelia slowly turned her head to look at the source.
There were…
“Oh my. It’s Miss Olive Becker and Miss Angela Richel.”
Fleur’s followers were there.
“H, hello, Duchess.”
“Hello. I, it’s been a while.”
She had seen them at the Countess’s party before, but since some time had passed, it could be considered a long time ago.
Anyway, Ophelia nodded briefly at them.
“Yeah.”
Aren’t they the ones who were busy sticking to Fleur and belittling Ophelia? She didn’t want to waste time on them, and she didn’t want to talk to them.
So Ophelia sat down in the corner without looking back.
“T, that, Madam!”
At that moment, Olive Becker, who had been fidgeting, approached Ophelia.
“I….”
Olive swallowed her dry saliva.
“I’m… sorry.”
Ophelia looked up at her and slowly tilted her head. Then she let out a snicker.
“Are you talking about how you almost killed me?”
After all, wasn’t Ophelia the one who almost died at the hands of the monster due to Fleur’s scheme? Just thinking about that sent chills down her spine, and it was Olive Becker who had assisted Fleur back then.
So, she had no intention of accepting this apology.
“You’re apologizing so simply for such a huge scheme.”
“N, no, t, that…!”
“Go back. I have nothing to say.”
Olive wanted to say something more, but Ophelia looked so determined that she couldn’t say anything and had no choice but to return to her seat.
“Oh my.”
Jasmine said after confirming that Olive had left.
“I thought you would forgive those people.”
“Why should I?”
Ophelia ignored Olive, who was sobbing, and answered Jasmine.
“Why should I forgive those who hate me without even knowing me? I hate those who hate me.”
Hmph. I have a bad taste in my mouth. I’ll never forget the people who tormented me.
Ophelia muttered.
“They knew who you were, Madam”
Jasmine spoke carefully to Ophelia.
“You… hit them, right?”
“….”
Now that she thinks about it, Ophelia from the past beat up Olive Becker.
“And it was at the party, with so many people around, you were grabbing their hair and everything.”
“….”
Ophelia blinked slowly.
And then she said to the waiter.
“Could you send a cake over there?”
I don’t have any grudges.
I’ve decided to let it go from now on.
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