Divorce Manual

Chapter 37

If not, why the hell are you doing this?

I couldn't pull my hand back. He then gives our joined fingers a tighter squeeze.

Are you crazy?

I have a bad feeling about this because I don't think it's possible for people to change their character overnight. I lift my head, narrowing my forehead in confusion.

"What?"

"Your hand feels like it will crack or break if I keep going like this."

The more he continues to say, the less I could control my less than excited expression. Naturally he must see how I'm reacting yet he doesn't show any discomfort at all.

"You're too weak."

What is he saying now? And are you just going to ignore my face?

"Therefore, you should at least eat well like Lejan reccomended."

It's not like this is something you care about—

"Did Dr. Lejan say that walking for a long time is still impossible?"

I lift my head.

If you drag me around like this, of course I might feel pain in my joints, around the hip area.

"I told you. Also—"

"I didn't think this is a long walk. It's just here and there."

"... ... ."

I usually walked from the main entrance to the end of the garden, so for him, yes, I can see why he'd say so. A thousand miles for me is nothing for him.

This is probably the way he uses to see the Wicking ships so he's used to it.

"It might be a short walk for you, but it's a long way for me to walk while being in pain."

"Is that so? "

As soon as I confirm his words—

"Yeah—ahh!"

He puts his hand behind my knee and picks me up lightly.

At that moment, my heart goes thump-thump-thump—

It's just right before the explosion of my nerves.

"What is this?!"

"If I do this, then there will not be problem."

There's definitely a problem!

I have a problem!

Lots of problems!!

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"Eonnie."

Evangeline calls out to Marissa, whose eyes follow Abella and Charles as they make their way out.

"... ... ."

She looks at Evangeline without saying a word, and instead, proceeds to peel off her gloves.

"Marissa Eonnie."

Evangeline purses her lips.

"Catherine."

"Yes, Lady Marissa."

"About the contents from the telegram that you sent to my mother..."

Catherine clutches her hands at the front of her skirt.

"Explain."

"That—"

"I asked Catherine."

"Yes."