Chapter 62 [part 1] (1/2)

Chapter 62 [part 1]

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TN: ( ´ ▽ ` )  I plan on finishing this novel, ok?!

Upon his master’s return to the mansion, Jerome received his master’s coat and reported the small incident that happened earlier in the day.

“So. In summary, you do not know where that fellow is.”

“Yes, Your Grace. I am sorry.”

Roy woke up after getting a long lazy sleep and stealthily slipped away. Maybe he got scared since Hugo was about to return. If that fellow made up his mind to escape, no one couldn’t find him, and even if they knew where he was, there was no one with the ability to drag him back unless Hugo went there personally.

“When he shows himself later, tell him I said he should stay put. Do not try to seize him by force.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

After taking a bath, Hugo went into his wife’s bedroom. He went up behind her as she sat in front of the dressing table, kissed the back of her neck and fastened the necklace he bought on her neck.

At the coldness on her neck, Lucia flinched and looked in the mirror to see what was on her neck then her eyes widened in surprise. The teardrop-shaped jewel twinkled brightly in the mirror.

“You don’t like it?”

“Ah no, it’s not that. It’s pretty. I was just wondering what day it is.”

“Gifts aren’t only for special occasions.”

“I’m asking because I don’t really know but…this isn’t an exorbitantly priced jewelry, is it?”

When she thought of the present he gave her for her birthday this spring, she felt overwhelmed, like her stomach was still upset. Following his first gift of a white diamond necklace, he presented her with a red diamond necklace this spring.

Because the diamonds weren’t as heavy as the ones of the white diamond necklace, she wore it to her next tea party. A noble lady, particularly interested in jewelry, instantly recognized the red diamond necklace, and mouthed off about how much it could be won for at a jewelry auction.

Hearing the enormous sum, Lucia had felt faint. She had expected it to be expensive but the price was way above her expectations.

“Do you want something like that? Maybe at the jewelry auction next month…”

“No!”

Seeing the serious look on her face, Hugo chuckled and turned around. He climbed onto the bed and plopped down with his hands on the pillow.

“Your husband is rich. Try to enjoy being a woman that has a rich husband.”

Instead of giving an answer, Lucia smiled weakly. She was born poor. Even when she lived as Count Matin’s wife, she was unable enjoy the luxury. She didn’t worry about starving to death in the dream but she always worried about her livelihood.

It was not that she lived with the values of honest poverty but that the circumstances were just not well.

However, Lucia could not forget the Duchess that she saw in her dream. The Duchess was draped in expensive garments and ornaments but she did not seem happy at all.

Lucia felt like she would change and become like the Duchess from her dream if he were to leave her. Unable to escape the luxury that was once tasted and trying to fill the void in her heart with it.

She didn’t want to step into that unescapable swamp.

“Do you dislike jewelry? Or is it that you dislike it because of the person giving it?”

“Why do you say that? I am grateful. It is pretty and I like it.”

“I know you’re not being sincere.”

He didn’t expect her to react dramatically like other women did but he was upset that she looked strangely burdened by his gift.

Time and time again, he was shocked by her words asking if he would cheat in the capital. It were as though she would give him anything when she opened up and fully accepted him on the bed but in reality, her heart was closed and she did not trust him. What other way was there if she refused even his gifts?

She did not acknowledge his persistent efforts to obtain her heart. Just the sight of her made him feel her preciousness, and just the thought of her made him feel jittery inside yet his Ice Witch did even not think of melting at all.

“Are you angry?”

“I am not.”

He replied sourly, contrary to his words. Lucia gazed at him in thought.

‘If it were in the past, I would have been hurt by his blunt words.’