Divorce Manual

Chapter 58

Yes, it was nice to be together.

From the scent of flowers buried in the wind blowing through the night road, tickling the tip of her nose, to walking along with him at a slow pace.

All of that was good.

Plus, Ergel's delicious dinner.

Everything was happy and good.

It was.

Why is the man that I've already said goodbye to is sitting in my bedroom?

The freshness I feel after washing up disappears in an instant.

"Did you not go to the office?"

"There's nothing left to deal with."

Then can't you do all that and sleep comfortably in your own room?

"So why—"

"Why?"

"Why are you here?"

Why aren't you going to your room and you're sitting in my room?

I stare at him with a very questionable look.

"To sleep."

"......"

Ah, he's going to sleep.

Ahhaha, I didn't know that.

Don't laugh with your head down. Look at him straight in the face.

"Why?"

Rather, he stares at me as if he doesn't understand why I'm looking at him with such eyes.

An eye staring contest breaks out as sparks fly in the air.

I've lost.

I look away first and shake my head.

"Yes, let's go to bed."

"......"

"It's not like you're going to see something you shouldn't see."

Raising his brow, Charles glances at the sofa where he was sitting.

After I walk to bed, I see him smirking and laughing as if he finally understood what I was talking about.

"Let's sleep together. It's not like it's our first or second day."

I sit at the edge of the bed, shaking the blanket.

"It's not like I'm leaving."

"........"

"Don't tell me to."

"... "

I lie down and rest my head on the pillow, thinking that it's really not like this is the first time or second time. I won't let myself be influenced by someone else.

I can control myself.

Do I know well from experience if I touch him while sleeping or can control not being hugged by him?

No, but I can do it.

Maybe not.

Let's grab the end of the blanket, nod my head as if I'm holding a comfortable posture, and at the same time, hold onto my heart.

"I have a bad sleeping habit."

"Yes."

I've already told him this.

"I don't know when you fell asleep but I saw it yesterday."

"Stop."

I raise my hand as I hear him explaining things about last night without giving me a proper warning.

"Don't go there."

"Aren't you curious about yesterday?"

"I'm not curious."

"Do you remember it?"

Not at all.

"A little bit."

"...Really?"

With a very suspicious expression, I turn away to avoid eye contact.

"Anyway, I'll ask for a divorce if you talk about last night."

"You're already asking enough as it is."

"I will speak and act more actively than I do now."

"For example?"

"I'm going to get a divorce at the Imperial Palace."

"What is the reason for it?"

Fraud? Or the crime of deception?

Since there was no first night, shouldn't the marriage be nullified? At the same time, I would think—What will you say when I ask why there wasn't one?

As I let the thought simmer in my head to come up with an appropriate and effective reason, poor sexual skills come to mind.

Not mine—

My husband's.

"Hmm."

That's fine. It's Charles' job to deal with that shame.

"Huh?"

But, I can't say that now because he might rush to prove that it's not true.

"A difference in personality."

"Ah. I see."

I look at his side profile laughing and nodding his head—

When I really do it, I should say that it's the lack of bedroom skill.

Reason for divorce: him being an eunuch.

Closing my eyes, I promise to sound bitter.

This time, I'll sleep first before he does. Otherwise, it would have been obvious that I have spent another sleepless night.

But—

"Sleeping?"

"......."

Why is this man trying to be so sneaky again?

I wanted to be nice so I told him about the North Star.

I should just pretend to sleep but his nagging reminds me of a boyfriend that I never had.

"Are you really sleeping?"

"......"

"I don't think you could sleep as soon as you lie down."

The sleep that I think was going to come is going to run away because of him

"I'm going to bed."

So stop talking.

I can't even say it, so I turn my body slightly to the side instead.

"Your Grace, you should go to bed too."

With my back to him, I mumble as if I'm falling asleep.

"I'll get out and wash up first."

"........"

I heard him getting up from his side on the bed, heading toward the bathroom. The sound of the clothes falling on the floor instantly stiffens my entire body.

One, two, and three.

The sound of water in the bathroom—

"!"

I jump up from the bed and look toward his direction.

Why would you tell me that?

I'm embarrassed that I'm unable to read what the hell his intention was or why he did that.

What the hell are you doing? What are you going to do after washing up? Why are you telling me that you are coming into the bath?!

Instead of making further noises, I lie back down and inhale deeply.

Just like a habit, I may be overreacting for nothing.

Yeah, maybe it's a normal thing. Maybe it's not like...

Please, I wish it was like that.

"Ah, I don't know!"

I'm going to throw my thoughts away.

After washing, he'll put the blanket over his head.

Nothing will happen.

He's just washing up because it's a normal habit.

It's just washing up.

He's not trying to do anything with me.

I repeat it over and over like a spell before shutting my eyes tightly. My heart's beating out of my chest.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Hearing it beating, it's clear that it isn't Abella's but mine.

I consciously loudly exhale and inhale.

Let's take a deep breath.

Otherwise, I might pass out from lack of air coming into my chest.

Whoo—Hah—Whoo—Hah

Even after taking a few deep breaths like that, as I toss and turn, there's no disturbance from the bathroom. Only the sound of water can be heard intermittently.

"......."

I relax, letting go of my tension so that sleep can come.

Eyes close.

The alertness that had risen sharply subsides when my body loosens.

I really fall asleep.

Whether he comes out or not, I'm not sure, but I'm sleepy now.

All my desires have been overcome.

.

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"I have to change the bed."

After first day that I fell asleep, I've been sensitive because I haven't been sleeping properly for the past several days.

"I can't believe it."

I jump up from my seat then sit back down.

"I can't live this way."

"This bed is the biggest one we have."

"I'm going to put in two beds."

"What?"

Pope, who can't understand what I'm saying at the moment, blurts out.

"I'm going to put in two beds."

As I explain it again, I get out of the bed.

Of course, in this world, putting two beds in a couple's bedroom may be strange, but in the modern world, it was a trend.

Let's sleep comfortably.

"Why are you trying to put in two?"

"Oh, I can't sleep because it's uncomfortable to have someone next to me."

"What?"

Pope's expression seems to ask, 'If you're a couple, isn't it natural for your husband to sleep next to you?'

"Why the hell does he take off his clothes when he sleeps?"

I turn around and narrow my eyebrows.

In that moment—

"Pfft—"

"Cough."

The workers, who are coming in to serve, bow their head and make strange noises.

But that's—

"I can't sleep comfortably because I'm sticking to the side. "

"Ppfft—"

In the ears of the kids, it seems like they heard me.

"I'm saying that it's me, not His Grace."

"Yes—"

Even though corrections for misunderstandings and circulated rumors are addressed, it's all inaudible to their ears.

People tend to listen to what they want to hear.

Besides, there are so many rumors about the two of us already that adding one more is like adding a spoonful of sand to a beach.

Therefore, I stop trying to make corrections and rub my forehead.

I'm trying to hold it in.

I couldn't sleep a wink because I was so close to the edge of the bed.

"Haiz—"

Sitting down on the sofa, I squeeze my chin with a deep sigh as I stare at the bed in front of me.

"Sigh."

I close my eyes.

He has a bad sleeping habit.

That morning, he was lying next to me, sleeping very soundly. He looked like a drawing, sleeping on his arm.
It was embarrassing.

I cover my face with my hands and close my eyes tightly.

"Your Grace."

Then, a gentle knock comes to the door.

"A clerk from the Rose Boutique came today as well."

That's some unpleasant news.

"Again?"

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T/N: All I have to say is...where the fuck is my handsome husband who sleeps half naked that I'm super attracted to? Like...some people just have all the luck...excuse me while I find a corner to cry by my single ass self...T^T

Now that's out of the way, someone ONCE AGAIN posted my link on novelupdates. At this point, it's like beating a dead horse. Therefore, I guess I'll do this. Whatever chapter gets posted on novelupdates, it'll be the chapters I delete from this story so if they post all, then I'll delete all. I think that's a fair policy.