Refusing Your Ex-Husband's Obsession: A Guide - Chapter 106
“Your Grace, shall I call the carriage ready?”
He had gotten ready way ahead of the appointed time of the meeting. While getting into the carriage, he instructed the coachman to hurry.
This was due to the fact that Ciel was staying at an inn at the next estate. He wanted to stay at the inn at the Closch Barony, but he had no other choice but to go elsewhere. Roumann strongly insisted that he should not stay at the Closch Barony’s inn.
“Huu, would it be so bad to be in the Baron’s debt.”
At that time, the Baroness and David had welcomed him. But this time, he was nervous because it felt as if not only Irene was refusing him—it was now her entire family.
Entering the Closch territory, he looked out the window, taking in the fragrant rose fragrance in the air.
It was unbelievable that this was the same place where a monster wave had struck. The estate didn’t take much of a hit.
Ciel patted himself on the back. He was glad that he had been here at that time. If the recent incident had happened while he was at the capital…
“Just the thought of it makes me shudder.”
If Irene were to have gotten injured, he wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself.
“Why are you still so reckless, just as you used to be?”
In the past, she was a Guide who often faced monsters directly. Even if he repeatedly told her not to go to the frontlines, she insisted on following and protecting him.
“Who’s protecting who…”
Whenever he thought about the past, there were more painful moments than happy moments. But be that as it may, all the time he spent with her was so precious that he couldn’t forget even a single second.
“We have arrived, Your Grace.”
Following the coachman’s prompt, Ciel hurried out of the carriage. The large bouquet passed through the exit first, and after that came Ciel, who was as easy on the eyes as the flowers.
The moment they saw him, all the employees standing in attendance turned to look at one side in unison.
In front of the carriage stood Arthur, sporting an evidently displeased expression. Helen, beside him, was calm, whereas David’s face was unreadable.
“Thank you for formally inviting me over.”
He felt regrettable that Irene was absent. Perhaps this was obvious on Ciel’s face, but Arthur soon opened his lips to speak.
“I told my daughter to rest. She has been overexerting herself until yesterday.”
“Overexerting? Has she fallen ill?”
When Ciel asked worriedly, Helen soothed his concerns quietly.
“Not to that extent. Still, she’s always had a weak constitution ever since she was a child, so we let her rest today.”
“I didn’t know that…”
“Yes, we’re just glad that she’s getting better these days,” Arthur added. “It’s quite worrying though. Even now, she’s still frail.”
“…Is that so?”
“Didn’t you see it with your own eyes, Duke? She’s really so frail…”
Ciel recalled Irene for a moment. He had not looked too closely, but when he had her in his arms, he could feel her sturdy muscles. In the past, his wife kept a consistent training regimen, so he assumed that it was the same in this life as well.
But they’re saying that Irene was frail?
With this, doubts started to enter Ciel’s eyes. However, Arthur started bragging about his daughter not long after.
“Of course, I know that Your Grace has been charmed by my daughter, but as a parent, I can’t help but be worried. It’s not just her constitution that’s weak, but even her heart is much too kind and soft… Huu, isn’t that so, my wife?”
“It is as you say, Honey, but I don’t think we should keep our guest standing here. Let’s move to the drawing room and continue our conversation there.”
“Ah, of course.”
Only then did Arthur lead Ciel into the manor.
Ciel’s mind was blank for a moment, but he came to his senses and followed behind the baron. He already knew where it was, but since he had been formally invited this time, things were different.
Before he could proceed, a young woman who he could loosely recall as Irene’s personal maid stepped forward.
“I beg your pardon, Your Grace.”
“What is it?”
“May I ask if that bouquet is a present for Milady?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
He purposely prepared the same bouquet last time so that he would be able to give it to her personally today. The thought alone made him feel ecstatic.
Until the maid held out her hands.
“Yes, then I shall deliver it to her.”
Ciel could not answer. He thought that he’d be able to see Irene later after talking to her family first.
“Mary, what are you doing? Hurry and free His Grace’s hands.”
At the baroness’s urging, Mary quickly took the bouquet that he was holding. It felt as if he had been robbed.
At this point, Ciel had a sinking feeling.
When he entered the drawing room with disappointment painting his features, black tea had been served instead of the herbal tea made from herbs that the baroness had dried herself.
Ciel sat down on the sofa and looked at the three people sitting before him, one after another.
Arthur, Helen and David were all staring down at him.
As though they were judges in charge of his fate.
Ciel gulped and straightened his posture. It became clear that today’s invitation wasn’t just an invitation.
It was a formal meeting with the bride’s parents… which was usually held before the wedding could proceed.
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