Honey, Why Can’t We Get a Divorce? Chapter 155 - Side story 8

“Why, why are you acting cute?” 

 

“Because I want to.”

 

Sylvester snickered and hugged my waist, rubbing his face against mine.

 

It was like a baby whining.

 

But it didn’t feel strange or anything. On the contrary, he seemed even cuter because he was so big.

 

“I had a really tough day today. Please comfort me.” 

 

Had a tough day? I was worried. 

 

“Is something happening?”

 

“Mhm.”

 

Sylvester looked up at me, pouting his lower lip. A few strands of his casually tousled hair fell across his face, making him look exceptionally handsome again today.

 

“I had a hard time because I missed you.”

 

“….”

 

Should I hit him? 

 

He makes my worries seem meaningless. 

 

“Do you remember the tea time we had together earlier?” 

 

Then Sylvester glared at me with a blank expression.

 

“Do you remember how many hours have passed since then?”

 

“Four hours.”

 

“Too long. It was hard.”

 

I should like this, or I shouldn’t

 

I let out a hollow laugh in disbelief. 

 

“I’m upset because it feels like I’m the only one who wants to see you. Didn’t you want to see me?” 

 

Sylvester grumbled and rubbed his face against mine. Handsome and cute. My heart melted without me knowing it. 

 

“When did you start being so cute, my husband?” 

 

I said while stroking his hair. Sylvester smiled, finally feeling better.

 

“What are you going to do tomorrow?”

 

I couldn’t say, “I’m going to rummage through the mansion looking for the magic circle you’ve hidden…” so I had to come up with an excuse.

 

“I’m just planning to rest. I got a bit tired from going out today.” 

 

“What?”

 

Sylvester, who had been lying down until just now, suddenly sat up. Then he started examining every part of my body.

 

“You’re not feeling sick, are you? No fever or chills, or anything like that?” 

 

“No. I’m just tired.”

 

Sylvester’s eyes narrow.

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“No. I don’t believe you.”

 

“Then why did you ask…?”

 

“I’ll call the doctor first tomorrow for a check-up.” 

 

“Why do you only say what you want to say…?”

 

Not even bothered by my puzzled expression, Sylvester hugged me from behind and lay down just like that.

 

“You’re the kind of person who doesn’t care how much you hurt.”

 

“No, you’re just being dramatic.”

 

“That’s not even worth mentioning. The Countess Cardel once called the royal physician just because she had a hangnail.”

 

“Oh…”

 

“In comparison, you don’t take care of yourself.” 

 

It seems I’ve never made a fuss over a hangnail. That makes sense. 

 

“So I need to keep a closer eye on you.”

 

At those words, I felt a warm feeling in my heart.

 

In my past life, the only ones who took care of me were doctors and nurses. Family members were merely a source of fear for me, nothing more and nothing less. 

 

‘My husband, my real family, takes care of me.’

 

 For no particular reason, my nose felt tinged. So, I turned my body to the side and hugged Sylvester tightly. 

 

“You have to take care of me for the rest of your life.”

 

“Yeah, yeah.”

 

Sylvester patted my back like that.

 

“You know. Don’t be angry and listen.” 

 

“I will listen.”

 

“…Why don’t you say you’re not angry?” 

 

I looked at Sylvester, who raised his eyebrows in surprise, and after a moment of hesitation, I slowly opened my mouth to speak. 

 

“Your mother.”

 

“I don’t want to listen.”

 

“No, come on! Don’t be angry!”

 

Sylvester frowned, but since I showed no sign of backing down, he let out a sigh that seemed to have given up. I hurriedly continued.

 

“I’ve never heard you talk about your family. What was your mother like? What would you want to say to her if you could meet her again? Things like that.”

 

Sylvester’s expression became a little more expressionless as I continued to speak.

 

He blinked very slowly, as if his eyes had suddenly become indifferent and numb, as if he had never looked at me with such affectionate eyes before. 

 

“The Demon.”

 

After a few moments of silence, Sylvester slowly pulled away.

 

“They gain strength from human emotions.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“My mother used her power in exchange for my love.”

 

“….”

 

“So I had to love her. No matter what she did to me or what she said, I had to endure it all. I had to love her, without exception.”

 

I can’t know now what he went through or what words he heard.

 

But I could tell that these were not things he could easily speak about, as Sylvester’s expression looked so lonely. 

 

“The words that your mother loved you…”

 

“That’s a lie.”

 

He answered firmly.

 

“She never loved me.”

 

Was that really so?

 

When I saw it…

 

‘It didn’t seem so.’

 

It may be vague, but my intuition tells me so. However, I couldn’t directly say such things to Sylvester. I didn’t want to raise his hopes only to let him down later. 

 

“It’s all thanks to you that I’ve come to know what it feels like to be loved.”

 

He hugged me a little tighter and kissed my cheek.

 

“That’s why, Ophelia.”

 

His blue eyes turned to me.

 

He says he feels loved by me, yet there’s a gaze that holds a sense of loneliness stemming from an unfulfilled longing. 

 

That’s why I wanted to help him more. 

 

I may not be able to heal the wounds of his childhood, but at least I can help him get back on his feet. 

 

“Now, stop talking nonsense.”

 

“….”

 

Hmm.

 

Should I help him?

 

*** 

 

I already knew that Sylvester wasn’t one to speak kindly, so there was no need to let his words restrict my movements. 

 

‘I’ll do what I want.’

 

So I woke up, ate, changed my clothes, and left the room.

 

“Hello, Madam.”

 

Good morning, Madam.” 

 

Even amidst the busy preparations for the party, the servants never forgot to greet me. 

 

It was quite difficult to wave to each of them and respond, but I gladly greeted them because I thought it was a great improvement. 

 

‘In the past, they wouldn’t have even been able to make eye contact with me.’ 

 

That’s right.

 

Just a few months ago, when the servants saw me from afar, they would run away or just stand there with their heads down.

 

But now, it’s different.

 

They make eye contact first and say hello.

 

What a positive change!

 

Since they were always with me, they quickly acknowledged that I had changed.

 

‘Thanks to Irene.’

 

Anyway, as long as things keep going like this, it’ll be fine.

 

If a pot leaks inside, it will leak outside too, so if I can stop the leak inside, I should be able to stop it outside as well. Soon, there will be fewer people outside who fear me.

 

‘Of course, there are still people who are afraid of me…’

 

It was a good thing for me, who had to move secretly. 

 

I changed my direction toward those who bowed their heads as soon as they saw me, taking advantage of the moment they weren’t looking to slip away toward the back path of the estate.

 

The place I was heading to right now was. 

 

‘West Annex!’

 

It was the place I had entered before, only to be scolded by Sylvester and chased out.

 

And it was also the place where Sylvester’s mother’s portrait was hung as big as the door.

 

Originally, I intended to find the magic circle, summon his mother, then ask Sylvester to have a good conversation with her, and try to leave the two of them together. 

 

But seeing Sylvester’s stubborn attitude, I thought that if I did that, something would happen. 

 

So…

 

‘Let’s try to find evidence that his mother loved Sylvester.’

 

It seemed like a good idea to persuade Sylvester that way and then arrange a meeting with his mother again. 

 

Thinking that way, I quietly opened the door to the annex.