I Picked Up the Trash Others Threw Away - Chapter 24.1

Chapter 24.1

“Oh, hello.”

“I was surprised to hear about the sudden news of your wedding, but I’m glad I was able to attend. How have you been?”

Seeing how she greeted me with a smile on her face, it seemed that we were originally close to each other, unlike those who had pretended to know me just to pick a fight with me in the library.

‘I don’t remember, but… did we meet at the party?’

If we weren’t going to meet again, I would just pretend to know her and send her off, but I thought it would be better to make small talk and find out who she was, so I opened my mouth.

“Yes, of course. I’m sure you were surprised to hear about the wedding in the newspaper first, but thank you for coming.”

“Oh my, of course I had to come. What sort of relationship do we have?”

What sort of relationship? I have no idea what happened in the past…

Even if I searched through my memories before I made my debut in the social world, no one in particular came to mind.

‘This is a problem. I’ll just say I haven’t seen her in a long time and can’t remember who she is.’

I felt a cold sweat running down my back.

It was an important occasion where everyone was looking at me, so I had to utter every word carefully.

“B-But did you come alone? Your parents, or…”

“I wanted to come with my husband, but unfortunately he was too busy to come.”

“I see.”

The woman’s gaze turned to Trish for a moment.

Even though he could feel the gaze on his forehead, he didn’t even think of raising his head to say hello.

“… You’ve met a good husband. Congratulations.”

And with a “Then, I’ll see you later,” the woman returned to her original place with graceful steps.

I watched her quietly as she walked away, then, in a low voice, I quickly asked Trish, who sat across from me and continued eating.

“Sir, do you know who that woman is?”

“What? She’s Viscountess Geneford. Did you pretend to know her without even knowing her name?”

“I mean, she came to give me a friendly greeting first, how could I not? But I don’t remember her at all…”

“I’m not that interested in other people. What am I supposed to do if you invite a guest whose face you don’t even remember?”

“I didn’t invite her.”

I would have to ask Baron Delphonie later, when the ceremony was over.

It must have been him who invited the guest.

But as we were eating, Trish’s expression changed. He had been looking somewhere when he hastily lowered his head and hurriedly began to stuff the leftovers into his mouth.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t look back. How did that woman come here?”

I had a feeling when I saw how he lowered his voice and looked at her cautiously. His previous girlfriend was here.

“Why did you send her an invitation?”

“I didn’t send it. It seems that there was no other choice but to contact each other due to family relations, but even so, I didn’t expect her to come here.”

I could hear Trish reciting, “Spiteful woman,” in a low voice.

Who told him to meet women here and there?

Although it was purely his own karma, now that I was his wife, his former women’s quarrels would be directed at me as well. Not to mention that this was an obvious consequence.

‘Is it sympathy or jealousy? Either way, it’s not pleasant to get attention.’

“Don’t make eye contact as much as possible. I don’t want to run into the women you met before, either.”

“Damn it, she’s coming here.”

I bit my lips. Why did unexpected things happen at once on such a day?

I quickly put down the tableware and cleaned up the area around my lips with a napkin. I shouldn’t be careless when dealing with an enemy I don’t know.

Trish also put down his fork as if he had lost his appetite, but unlike his gloomy expression, his plate was emptied clean.

Although he was a man who wouldn’t feel guilty about meeting women before, judging from the way he was acting, it seemed that the other person wasn’t someone ordinary.

The two of us stiffened at the same time as we heard the sound of her heels approaching.

Trish looked at her first, and before he could even open his mouth, the woman started laughing.

“I was wondering why I suddenly got a wedding invitation… But what? This isn’t confirmation.”

“… Lady Roshua.”

If she was the daughter of Count Roshua, even I, who was ignorant of the rumors of the social world, had heard of her.

Wasn’t she the eldest daughter of the family, who made a name for herself as a thorn in the social world?

She did not establish herself as a beautiful flower, earning a smooth name like a lily or a rose, but as a spiteful woman who, once she bit someone, would not let go until they became a bone.

It wasn’t surprising that she would skip the greetings and come right at us.

I couldn’t even breathe. I was worried that the sound of swallowing my saliva would become a weakness.

Was it because of her vigor? Trish’s blue eyes, which were always calm, shook like a wave.