Honey, Why Can’t We Get a Divorce? Chapter 171 - Side story 24
As he had said, the skin around Silvester’s eyes was red, and his eyes were moist, as if he had been crying just moments before.
“Honey? Are you okay?”
When I approached him worriedly, Sylvester covered his face with his palm and backed away.
“…Oh. I’m fine.”
After washing his face with cold water several times, he continued speaking.
“And also, I didn’t cry. Why would I cry? I absolutely didn’t cry.”
“Anyone can see that you cried.”
“I’m telling you, I didn’t cry.”
I let out a small laugh as I watched him quickly turn his head. How is he getting more and more adorable every day?
“You came to the annex, right?”
Sylvester’s shoulders trembled.
“So, you overheard the conversation between Mother and me?”
Only then did Sylvester slowly raise his head. He gave an awkward expression for a moment, then sighed deeply and tilted his chin.
“Yeah. I heard.”
As expected, I knew it.
If that wasn’t the case, then there would be no reason for Sylvester to be crying.
“Now that you’ve heard everything… do you understand?”
I continued carefully.
“That it wasn’t that your mother didn’t love you.”
Angela loved Sylvester.
However, she didn’t know how to express that love properly. She believed that raising him in a world without war was the only way to care for Sylvester. As a result, a deep gap formed between them.
So, no one could be blamed. Sylvester probably understood this better than anyone, perhaps even more than I did.
“…Yeah. Now I know.”
Sylvester let out another sigh and wiped his face with his palm. Then he sniffled for the last time. He sure has a lot of tears…
“Ahem.”
He coughed and slowly opened his mouth.
“Should I ask her to have a meal together tomorrow? I mean, Mother.”
You brought up the topic of dinner first. It was a big step forward, since you left today because you didn’t want to be with her.
“You’re saying something obvious. There’s no way Mother would refuse.”
“What if she doesn’t like it?”
“That won’t happen. I guarantee it.”
At my words, Sylvester slowly nodded. Then he took a step closer to me.
“Thank you.”
As he approached, a rush of winter’s scent filled the air. The soft, fresh smell of winter, just before the snow falls, brushed against the tip of my nose.
“If it weren’t for you, I would have spent my life… belittling myself as someone who was never loved, not even by my parents.”
Sylvester stroked my cheek with one hand and said.
“Thanks to you, I found out.”
“….”
“In fact, I wasn’t as useless as I thought.”
Hearing such words made me feel like I might cry too.
The first time I saw Sylvester, he was the wolf king ruling the snowy mountain.
However, as the time I spent by his side increased, my thoughts began to change. He wasn’t just a proud wolf. He was a pitiful person consumed by loneliness and desolation.
So, I felt relieved that the misunderstanding between him and his mother was resolved, even if just for today. Now, he no longer has only me by his side. The noble presence of his mother will also be with him.
I cleared my throat and leaned my cheek against his hand a little more.
“You’ve always been useful to me.”
Then Sylvester snickered.
“Because I’m rich and handsome?”
“It’s a negative point to know yourself too well. It would be better if you were a little more humble.”
“I think being shameless is also part of my charm.”
The heavy atmosphere lifted. I grabbed Sylvester’s hand and pulled him towards me.
“Are you really grateful to me?”
“Ah. So much. I want to hold you right now.”
“…You know I can’t, right?”
I unconsciously rubbed my belly and said. Sylvester mumbled.
“That’s why I wish time would pass quickly. Ten months is too long.”
“There are seven months left. Just wait.”
I ignored Sylvester, who clicked his tongue, and looked up at him again.
“If you’re really grateful to me, go to Mother now and invite her to a meal.”
“…Right now?”
“Yes. Then everyone will be happier. You and mother, too.”
With a slightly embarrassed expression, Sylvester soon took a deep breath. He exhaled slowly with a long sigh, and determination flickered across his face.
“…Alright. I’ll do that.”
I thought to myself, “Is it really necessary to be so determined just to suggest a meal to his mother?” But I decided it was understandable, so I smiled brightly. I was proud of Sylvester for gathering the courage.
“Thank you again.”
“Yes.”
“And I love you.”
I answered to Sylvester, who was kissing my cheek. I love you too.
“But you know.”
Sylvester wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my shoulder, speaking cautiously.
“Can you come with me? I feel a little embarrassed to go alone.”
“….”
“I feel like I’ll be more confident with you by my side.”
Oh my.
You’re the kid.
***
After many things were settled, time passed quickly.
My once-flat belly gradually began to swell, and now it had become difficult to sleep lying flat on my back. I could only fall asleep by lying on my side with a pillow wedged between my legs, which occasionally led to some insomnia, making things a bit uncomfortable. But aside from that, there wasn’t much of a problem.
Of course, I’m the only one who didn’t have any problems.
“Ugh…”
Unlike me, who was dealing with all the symptoms of pregnancy, Sylvester had taken on every possible symptom and was practically a walking corpse.
“So why did you take medicine after suffering so much from morning sickness? I’m the one who should be in pain.”
I yawned deeply and laid down next to Sylvester.
“It’s better for me to be sick than for you to be sick.”
“But Neil doesn’t seem to think so.”
I said, running my hand through his sweaty hair.
“You’re in pain, so Neil is doing the work in your place. Yesterday, he came to me and whined for a while, saying he wanted to quit.”
“….”
“So Neil can’t go anywhere. He has to stay here. Forever.”
“You. I thought you’d become gentler lately, but I was wrong.”
“Where will my temper go?”
That’s true. Even if Sylvester turns over a new leaf, this instinctive malice will never disappear.
“Our child shouldn’t learn…”
“Born of a notorious villain and a psychopath, it’s no wonder the child turned out this way.”
“Will you let me go?”
When I glared at Sylvester, he burst out laughing. Then, he casually placed his hand on my stomach.
“How much time is left until the due date?”
“About a month.”
“It’s just around the corner.”
That’s right. It really is just around the corner.
In a month, I’ll become a mother… It’s hard to believe. In fact, I still can’t quite grasp it, and sometimes I wonder if I’m ready for it.
“Ophelia.”
At that moment, Sylvester opened his mouth again.
“I…”
He frowned and squeezed his eyes shut.
“I’m scared.”
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