Honey, Why Can’t We Get a Divorce?

Chapter 129

You two are getting divorced.

Thats what I want.

Isnt he crazy? 

On my way home in a carriage, I kept muttering.

Callian, what are you trying to make me and Sylvester get divorce?

He is a person who has nothing to do with our marriage. Divorce? How ridiculous. 

It was so ridiculous that I almost couldnt believe it.

What was Callian thinking when he said that to me?

Ah, my head.

I had a headache and tilted my head back.

It would be nice if it was something to ignore, but I couldnt easily swallow Callians determined expression or confident speech.

I have no intention of divorce now.

As long as I like Sylvester, I dont want to break up with him.

Therefore, Callians words had to be somehow prevented from being fulfilled.

But even so, if I completely turn my back on Callian.

I have to choose Largo?

If you ask me if its a dump car or a funeral car, its better than a dump car. I mean Callian.

I didnt want to risk my life by choosing a transport car.

Im sure Largo hates me and wants to get rid of me somehow.

I got off to a wrong start.

Everything was done by the original Ophelia.

Who should I blame? 

There was no one to blame.

Anyway I had to tell Sylvester about todays conversation with Callian. 

So as soon as the carriage stopped, I jumped out of the carriage. Then I ran to the office.

Honey!

When I opened the door, Sylvester welcomed me with a slightly perplexed look on his eyes.

Why did you come so early?

He glanced at his watch and said,

It was less than half an hour since I had spoken to Callian, so I came home early. 

It was natural for Sylvester to be so surprised because we would have talked for more than an hour normally.

I didnt have much to say, so I finished it quickly.

Is that so?

Sylvester swept his chin and smiled slightly.

Well done.

He nodded and said,

Youre no longer going after the Crown Prince.

How long are you going to talk about it?!

I was speechless and raised my voice a little.

I said I no longer liked the Crown Prince. I think Ive said it a hundred times.

A hundred times. It wasnt like that.

Just say yes, Im sure thats what Im talking about.

I grumbled, glancing at Sylvester. Sylvester burst into laughter when he saw me like that.

So, whats the matter?

Its serious.

I pointed to the sofa. Sylvesters eyebrows went up.

You want me to sit down?

Yes.

Youre giving me orders now, arent you?

Contrary to his words, Sylvester rose quietly, approached the sofa, and sat down. His body is like an honest guy. I sat across from him with a smirk.

Tell me.

Whoo. I took a big breath.

His Highness Crown Prince says he will join hands with you.

Of course he should.

But he said there was a condition.

Condition?

I gulped down my breath.

She wants me and you to divorce.

.

Sylvester, it didnt say anything. Instead, he glared at me with a cold, frightening look on his face.

No, why are you glaring at me?

Its scary. 

I crept away from his gaze.

Whoo. A sigh escaped from his mouth. 

Why dont we just kill him?

He spoke in a really sincere voice.

I think thats better. What do you think, Neil?

Neil, who was working at another desk, answered in a delicate way.

If you want to run away for the rest of your life for murdering the royal family, please do so.

Whoo

Sylvester swept his bangs back and tilted his head back. His mouth, shut like a brute, clearly showed how angry he was.

Theyre so annoying.

He clenched and unfolded his fists.

Ill take care of it. You mind your own business.

Then he said, I opened my eyes wide.

What are you going to do?

Just make a rough threat. Thats enough.

I dont think its enough.

I shook my head frowning.

Ill help you, too.

How?

Well, roughly.

I said this, but I had a separate idea.

Start with.

The last letter left by a former Empress.

I know the contents of the letter because it came out in the original story. 

If he receives that letter, Callian will be able to change his mind a little. Maybe?

If that doesnt work then

There was really no answer then.

I felt a little uneasy.

What if we cant persuade the Crown Prince?

What do you mean?

Sylvester grinned and turned his head back.

Even if there is a war, we have to become independent.

Aha. The war was that simple.

Hes really crazy. I clicked my tongue at Sylvester. Sylvester looked at me like this and said firmly.

Id rather go to war than divorce you.

He said, giving strength to his voice as if he really meant it.

That much. My feelings.

Now, I can feel his sincerity.

At the same time as I felt my heart beating, I couldnt resist the shame.

Thats because this was the office!

Not only Neil, but also the servants and maids!

When I looked around, my face was slightly flushed, as if they had all heard it.

Argh, really! 

Its not just the two of us here right now.

So?

Speak quietly because others will hear you!

I dont want to. Everyone needs to know how much I like you.

I feel like hes a person who doesnt have 1g of embarrassment.

I struggled with my hands covering my face. But Sylvester did not stop here.

Go into the room. Ill be there soon.

He went on casually.

We have work to do, dont we?

Argh!

I jumped up to my feet. And shouted at everyone.

Pretend you didnt hear it! All right? You didnt hear it all!

People avoided my eyes by trying to hold back their giggles. Oh, Im so ashamed of myself. I glared at Sylvester, covering my bright red face.

I dont know. Im just going to bed.

Im going to wake you up.

said Sylvester firmly.

We really have to do it.

Ah, thats why please say that when only the two of us are together! Ah, I dont know! Im leaving!

Argh!

I struggled with shame and ran toward the door.

Before going out, I made sure the servants were tightly shut. 

The words you heard here, never let it leak outside.

The servants answer that they understand. 

That evening Irene came running to me and said. 

Madam, I heard you were on good terms with His Excellency today!

Dont talk! 

I really cant believe people here dont talk!

******

Fleur wandered impatiently in the room.

Her cheek and head still hurt from being beaten by Ophelia.

Usually, at this point, Callian would come to visit, or he would send someone to find out about her condition and bring her to the imperial family.

Callian only sent a short letter without any gestures.

Fleur could feel it.

That his feelings are already over. 

Love is like a burning flame, so if she doesnt keep putting firewood, it will fade at some point.

Knowing this very well, Fleur has constantly put firewood in Callian. 

However, that alone was not enough.

The embers were extinguished, and the small embers were carried over by the wind and transferred to other firewood. Yes. Thats Ophelia.

Ophelia Ryzen

Fleur clenched her fist.

She has been sick of her from the first time she saw her. Perhaps because Fleur had a hunch. Ophelia is going to take her place.

Fleur bit her lips softly.

Now that this was the case, the only rope that came down to her was the 2nd Prince, Largo.

Fleur slowly swept the letter from Largo, then opened the letter and took out the contents.

The contents of the letter were as short and clear as ever.

[Make this kid on your side]

And underneath it was a montage-like portrait.

Fleur slowly said the name under the portrait.

Theo.

She looked down at the letter and made up her mind.

Shell never miss the rope this time. 

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