On the way back, as soon as Evan got into the carriage, he wiped his wet hands with a handkerchief. And threw it away without hesitation. Even then, Juliana was lowering her head with a blushing face.
âJuliana.â
Maybe itâs because sheâs been called several times. Then Juliana, who came to her senses, raised her head. Her cheeks were still red and slightly wet, perhaps because of the shock.
Evan frowned.
âDid you cry?â
ââŠ.I didnât cry.â
Juliana rubbed her cheeks.
âI didnât cry. I was just sweating from nervousness.â
Oh, maybe not.
âDid I cry at that moment?â
When Juliana saw the tears on her hands, she frowned. She must have cried as he said. Why did she cry?
âJuliana.â
He raised his hand, smelling of liquor, and hesitated to wipe away her tears.
And he panicked for a moment.
Juliana smiled at him like that.
You wouldnât think he just hurt someone elseâs wrist. He was embarrassed because he didnât have a handkerchief to wipe his wifeâs tears.
âItâs all right.â
She took a handkerchief out of her pocket and pressed down on two stiff eyeballs. Oh, she thought sheâd live a little.
âI should have killed him.â
Evan spoke in a raw tone that was uneducated. Listening to the harsh truth, Juliana spoke lightly as usual.
âIf youâd killed him there, youâd have had a hard time because they would talk too much about you.â
âReally? Then Iâll kill him for Juliana or on your recommendation.â
âWhat I can recommend is, donât kill him. If youâre going to kill every one of the guys that stuck to me, youâre going to have to start a war.â
âIf I had your permission, I would have killed them many times.â
âI hope Iâm not involved in your murder attempt.â
Juliana mumbled, still covering her eyes with her handkerchief.
âWho knew she would be held by her wrist in such an official location and dragged around.â
The carriage rattled along.
Since she entrusted herself with that move, what just happened felt like a skit.
Evan said, looking forward to her bid with a laugh.
âI told you. I would have killed as much as I could with your permission. My personality is dirty.â
Juliana lowered her handkerchief. Probably by tomorrow, her eyes will be swollen.
âThank you for your heart. But you donât have to do that.â
âAre you still going to divorce me?â
âOf course.â
âI was amazed at my chivalry and thought youâd break your stubbornness.â
He raised his arm to the carriage window and put his chin on his hand. A cold night breeze blew over the half-open window and brushed his hair.
Juliana, who smiled at his joked way of speaking, suddenly tried to keep her words in check.
After a little silence, she mumbled, looking down at the crumpling handkerchief.
âYou donât have to do that to me. Youâll be able to meet a better woman.â
âYou go too far with your jokes.â
He grinned. The blue eyes, which gave a rather cold feeling, were darkened.
Juliana, who had not seen his eyes, still kept her head down and continued her rambling words.
The more she did, the more entangled her words kept blurring the point, but she tried to convey her intention to him as much as possible.
âIâm not kidding. My reputation has gone to the end. If it had been done to other wives, everyone would have helped. But they didnât help me. You know everything. They were laughing at me.â
âThey are all just cowards.â
âNot really.â
âWhy do you keep thinking youâre wrong? Youâre a victim. Heâs been treating you carelessly.â
âAre you saying you want to be in the fight of passion?â
âJuliana, you donât know how much I wanted to be in your fight.â
âThatâs nonsense.â
âYouâll be hearing nonsense a lot in the future. So donât be so hard on it and listen to it.â
âHaha!â
Juliana laughed out loud.
However, the laughter faded away at the end. She still had her head down. The rattling sound of a carriage wheeling in time, purr-. Silence came to the point where she could hear the breath of the horses.
Juliana was gazing at the marks of a crumpled handkerchief with a frown on her forehead.
This is the novel, the man in front of her eyes is the male lead, and she has repeatedly reminded herself that she is an extra that corresponds to her painful first past.
However, for the first time, it hurt her heart. Juliana faced her husbandâs gaze at her.
She had to be prepared before she could shake her mind any more, or leave herself to the flow of this novel. Her determination to ruin this moment.
Juliana said with a sweet lip.
âIâm getting a divorce from you.â
âBefore that, Iâm going to pick out the guy thatâll bother you and get rid of him. Then a good person like you can meet a good person and do well.â
Yeah, like a novel.
âSo donât pay any more attention. From now on, I wonât cry, donât panic, and Iâll clean up my past relationships.â
She tried to imitate his cold way of speaking. The more she said, the more she hurt his feelings.
Juliana covered her mouth with a crumpled handkerchief. Then she bowed her head.
Her fingertips trembled a little.
âHow nice it would be to think that he was angry and thought that helping you was a mistake. Then that rum would be a little less poking on your conscience.â
Purung-.
The horses resumed their legs movements and eagerly pulled the carriage toward the destination. The voice of the coachman encouraging the horses shook the heavy silence.
Between the silence Evan said.
âIn fact, thereâs something you said that doesnât make sense.â
ââŠ..â
Juliana covered her face with a crumpled handkerchief.
Evan knew well that this time to cover her distorted face, not tears.
She was a proud wife, thatâs why he liked her. He crossed his legs, looking at her blindly rejecting him. Then, he turned his eyes to the Dukeâs mansion outside the window.
It was just an instant.
His gaze stretched again toward Juliana. Then he stretched out his hand toward the tip of Julianaâs chin.
But he couldnât reach it. He decidedly didnât want to touch her with his hand smelling of alcohol.
Evan smiled vaguely.
âI didnât have a fight of passion. You just had a hard time with the idiot who loved and adored you. So you donât have to be sorry for me.â
âI, I.â
âYouâre crying again.â
Juliana raised her hand and rubbed her wet cheeks.
âWhy cry? I donât even deserve to cryâŠ.â
Juliana felt confused.
As he looked at his wife, Evan whispered in an embarrassing voice.
âDonât cry. You canât even console yourself. Your hands are all wet like this.â
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-. Through the window came the coachmanâs voice calming the horses.
Juliana wiped her face and realized that she had finally arrived home. When she tried to hold back her sniffling sound and then tried to leave the spot, Evan didnât catch her anymore, as if he knew everything.
Juliana opened the carriage door and headed to the Dukeâs front door before the servant opened the door.
As her husband said on the first day of his return, the road to the main gate had already been cleared and was cobbled on top of it.
Thanks to this, the hem of Julianaâs skirt was clean with every step she took on the way to the front door.