My Contract Husband is Going Crazy Because of My Iron Wall - Chapter 58.2
Chapter 58.2
The carriage lurched to a halt. Mario pounded on the wall, separating him from the driver’s seat, fuming.
Paul’s laughter echoed back.
“What can I do if I have a small bladder, you b*stard? Just wait a minute.”
Paul’s footsteps receded.
A significant amount of time passed before the footsteps returned, and the carriage started moving again. Mario resumed his assault on the wall.
“What took so long?! Did you take a dump, too?”
Unlike usual, there was no response. Mario scratched his head, seemingly embarrassed, and offered me an explanation.
“He must be embarrassed about taking such a big one.”
“I see. I’m rather hungry, by the way…”
“Ah! Here’s some bread!”
Despite my blatant display of indifference, Mario eagerly presented me with a piece of bread. It was dry and crumbly, but perhaps because it was offered by my kidnapper, it tasted surprisingly good.
All of a sudden, the carriage jolted violently and began to move at a breakneck pace.
Mario hammered on the wall again, cursing.
“Paul, you lunatic! Slow down!”
Paul remained silent, and the speed didn’t decrease. Then, I began to cough, choking on the dry bread.
“Paul, you b*stard! The Grand Duchess is choking! Slow down, I said!”
Finally, the carriage slowed. With the reduced jostling, I was able to gulp down the milk Mario offered.
“Even just drinking milk, she’s so beautiful…”
Mario sighed, gazing at me with admiration. In his eyes, I must have resembled a milk commercial.
“Indeed. It’s such a shame that someone so beautiful will meet her end at the hands of your client.”
“Th-That can’t happen!”
“Then, why are you taking me to my death? You horrible person!”
My performance seemed to be working; Mario’s resolve appeared to waver. I started to fake cry convincingly, making sure no actual tears escaped. If I cried and it turned into a magic stone, things would become far more complicated.
“Then… how about this?”
He sounded as if my act had softened his heart.
“We forget about the client and run away together. We can start a new life.”
‘…What? This idiot has some nerve!’
I was about to unleash a scathing retort when—
“Gah!”
The carriage suddenly accelerated again, this time even more wildly. I clung to the wall, screaming. Mario pounded frantically.
“Paul, you crazy b*stard! Did you sh*t out your brain, too? What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Still, no response from Paul.
The runaway carriage finally screeched to a halt.
Mario, who had exhausted himself yelling at Paul and fallen asleep, stirred awake.
I suddenly felt cold. Inside the carriage, the fluctuating speeds had made me increasingly hot… why was I cold again?
“Paul. Get out here!”
When Mario flung open the carriage door, fuming, light flooded in before a familiar sight was revealed. Snow-covered ground. The towering manor in the distance.
My cold yet comforting Tahita.
And the man standing there…
‘…Weren’t we going south? Why are we in Tahita?’
I rubbed my eyes in disbelief, but the scene remained unchanged: Tahita, and its ruler, Reinhardt.
“Ugh!”
Mario was suddenly yanked from the driver’s seat and thrown into the snow. Reinhardt, his face grim, approached the carriage and untied me.
“Reinhardt.”
The relief of being back in Tahita with Reinhardt brought forth the tears I’d been holding back.
“Oh…”
‘I shouldn’t cry here…’
While I froze in a mixture of panic and relief, he pulled me close, burying my face in his chest as if to hide my tears.
“My love.”
His gentle voice was so welcome it made me cry even harder, and I burrowed deeper into his embrace.
“Reinhardt, was that you? On the driver’s seat…?”
I asked between sobs.
“Yes. I switched places with the driver.”
“I thought something was strange.”
Even through my tears, I managed a small laugh.
Reinhardt lifted me from the carriage. He gestured to Mario, who was just being pulled from the snowbank by Erestein soldiers and then kicked him hard between the legs.
“Aaaaagh!”
“How dare you speak to her with such impudence.”
Ignoring Mario’s agonized howls, Reinhardt addressed the soldiers, his face impassive.
“Take him to the interrogation room. Make sure he doesn’t die, but… persuade him to cooperate.”
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