LUCIA

Chapter 73 Duchess Vivian

His wife handled it well but she had almost gotten humiliated at her first social stage. Because of her husband's past woman.

'Why didn't she tell me?'

She had the right to blame him and get angry at him. However, she didn't mention it on the day it happened and even until now, she hadn't mentioned it. That was even scarier. It was impossible to know if her mind had already turned away from him and he was not even worth questioning. Hugo didn't understand why the situation kept turning terrible.

Still, he thought that his effort these days had made her slightly more yielding. Her attitude toward him was intimate and she smiled more. Because her boisterous and incessantly joyful appearance was beautiful to see, his mood lately had been elated, like he was stepping on clouds.

However, at the thought of her becoming an ice witch again, his mood immediately plummeted. He was struck with sense of shame and groaned.

'It was really just a momentary greeting in the palace.'

Hugo felt wronged. He was always in the strong position. He had never actually felt the mortified feeling of the weak. Even as a child mercenary slave, he hid his resentment and sharpened his knife at the back, so he didn't know what it meant to feel wronged and stifled inside. She was teaching him a variety of emotions.

'I won't even greet next time. I'll just act like I don't know anything.'

When he read the part where she reproachfully said, 'I know what my husband's handkerchief is,' his chest felt prickly. He wondered if his wife had already known that he took the Damian's handkerchief and just pretended not to know. It was an awkward thought but that sort of thing didn't matter.

Hugo had thick skin. There was no problem if a father took a little bit of his son's thing. The extent to which he could justify himself was very far-reaching.

What Hugo was worried about was whether or not she was disappointed in him. When he thought of their passionate nights these past few days, he was struck with hope.

She might not be angry. He hadn't felt any particular sense of distance. Maybe she regarded the incident at the tea party as a trivial matter and forgot about it. But she was a cruel woman who kept her heart shut to him but allowed him to spend passionate nights with her.

Hugo's melancholy gradually changed into anger. In this entire situation, there was definitely a ringleader. His anger towards them was ignited and gradually flared up.

'Count Jordan. Count Alvin.'

Hugo tapped his fingers on the table.

What had these men done wrong? Such rational thoughts did not cross the current Hugo's mind.

He was mulling over how to punish them. Right now, Hugo had no justification to the touch the Count of Jordan. So, he decided to put it aside for now. He would never forget it. It was simply recorded on his waiting list.

Hugo did not do things like intentionally making up an incident that never happened in order to punish another. In his own way, he found that sort of means cowardly.

However, once he found something that he could pick on, he bit down tenaciously. In the eyes of others, there was no difference between the two methods but Hugo didn't care about what other people thought. To him, he only had to be unashamed to himself.

Moving onto the Count of Alvin, he was a more difficult target. Although Hugo could crush him if he made up his mind, the Count had sprinkled money all over the place. If he was attacked rashly, there were many people that would rise to his defense. Getting rid of those people in addition would make the issue too big and Kwiz would not really like it.