ā¦Who else would dare knock so rudely on the duchessās room in the Valentino residence? Even without asking, I knew who the uninvited guest was outside the door.
I raised my head and spoke in a faint voice.
āā¦Come in.ā
The door burst open almost immediately. He seemed to be able to pick up on even a hushed permission⦠Or maybe it was because he never intended to wait for it at all.
I got up and stood straight. Theodore, striding in from the doorway, stopped in front of me and looked down at me with cold eyes.
Eyes without warmth.
In an icy voice, he said.
āI heard strange stories from the knights and my aides.ā
āā¦ā¦.ā
āThat I lost my memories.ā
Certainly, by now he would have heard about it from others.
But I didnāt expect him to come to me so soon.
I thought he was going to take care of the backlog of work first.
Theodore Valentino, who puts his estateās matter first, would do that.
However, if itās the version of him who lost his memoryā¦
Did he abandon the matters of his estate and came to me first?
āā¦ā¦.ā
Why am I thinking like this. Itās all meaninglessā¦
āIndeed, there are gaps in my memory.ā
Theodore mumbled, pacing in front of me. With a frown on top of a very displeased face.
Yes, itās only natural that itās unpleasant for him.
Iām sure he would have heard all the wonderful stories about how close he had gotten to Lily Everett, who he hated.
ā¦Thinking back, it was really absurd. Iām sure others would think the same tooāfor him to hear that Theodore Valentino had become affectionate with the daughter of his familyās nemesis. It was something that would make the ancestors of the Valentino family rise from their graves.
āI hurt my head on the last expedition⦠I remember until that point.ā
But he stared intently into the air as there was something he couldnāt understand.
ā¦Maybe, by any chance, he couldnāt remember in detail how he hurt his head?
Again, doubts arose about Owen and his mage.⦠But Theodoreās memory was almost back, and if there was something suspicious he would surely remember it soon. So I wouldnāt have to step up myself.
Either way, he wouldnāt like me to get involved in his matters.
ā¦Obviously, he would only doubt me and be suspicious of me, thinking that my actions would hinge on whatās good for House Everett. That would be the version of Theodore Valentino that Iām seeing today.
āā¦I will ask you one thing.ā
Theodore stopped in front of me again and started to speak.
I raised my head, which had been slightly lowered, and responded while facing him.
āAsk.ā
āYou.ā
The cold eyes stared straight at me.
āDid you play tricks on me when I lost my memory?ā
āā¦ā¦.ā
My head went blank at that moment and I couldnāt think of anything.
Me, playing tricks on you� Are you serious now?
ā¦What a stupid question.
Of course, to be honest⦠because of those short days, I had forgotten about it. First and foremost, Theodore thought of me as Everettās loyal minion.
This was what was ānormalā between us.
āā¦That we were a good married coupleādid you deceive me like that?ā
Theodoreās question came again. As I looked at his eyes, where I couldnāt find an ounce of goodwill, a smile leaked from my lips. It was an act of mockery against myself.
Stupid Lily Everett. Really, what did you expect?
With a deep sense of shame, resentment filled my heart. I didnāt want to hide it any longer. I just wanted to reveal how dark my heart was. Because I really, really,Ā reallyĀ just wanted to end it.
Gone were the days when I secretly hoped for a piece of his attention, that he would someday understand me and be sympathetic to my suffering.
Any semblance of me who thought of such a thing in the pastāIām going to completely kill that part of me.
If I have to suffer because I love someone, then I will end that love.
Itās apparent that I was destined to never be happy until Iād die.
āā¦Why are you smiling?ā
Theodore asked, frowning. With nothing more to hide, I answered without hesitation.
āItās funny.ā
āWhat do you mean funny?ā
He seemed a little angry. But strangely, I wasnāt afraid anymore. In the past, his vitriolic language, irritation, and anger would always shake my heart.
My heart no longer fluttered or pounded with anxiety. Rather, it heightened my mood.