Honey, Why Can’t We Get a Divorce?

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Look at it now.

 

Isn’t Callian looking at Fleur with a strange expression on his face?

 

“It would be good to come up with something that will be of help to Your Highness.
Then you will be able to beat me, right?”

 

I smiled and passed Fleur.
Then I said, “Ah,” and turned my head.

 

“But you won’t beat me.”

 

I met Fleur’s gaze.

 

Her angry eyes were clearly visible, but I didn’t care a bit and only said what I had to say.

 

“Because I’m much smarter than you.”

 

Wow, it was such a villainous line.

 

I walked out of the drawing room, sweeping down my cool chest.

 

*****

 

“Your Highness!”

  

 

Fleur eventually burst into tears.

 

Callian hugged Fleur tightly.

 

“Don’t cry.”

 

“But—!”

 

“You really don’t know that my heart breaks when you cry? So stop crying.
Hm?”

 

Callian spoke in a more friendly tone than anyone else.

 

Only then did Fleur catch her breath, stopping her tears little by little.

 

“Is what the Duchess said right?” She said, “Because I’m not helpful to Your Highness, I’m useless—.”

 

Of course, Ophelia didn’t say that.

 

But it was also correct to interpret it this way in the context, so Callian closed his eyes. 

 

In fact, Ophelia was right.

 

To put it bluntly, Fleur was of no use to Callian.

 

Fleur doesn’t have any politically helpful background, and she’s holding back Callian because she’s a married woman.

 

Nevertheless, Callian loves Fleur.

 

Her innocent side, the child-like pure appearance was terribly lovely. 

 

Perhaps the only reason he was able to survive in this terrible imperial family was because of Fleur.

 

Callian thought so.

 

He thought so—.

 

‘I don’t like Your Highness to be with the Duchess.’

 

‘I’m telling you.
I hate it so much.
Your Highness.
Please understand my heart.’

 

However, Fleur, who said this, didn’t seem to be the woman he knew.

 

Fleur isn’t such a woman, and she’s not the kind of person who talks about something like this—. 

 

Callian was bound to be confused.

 

“Your Highness, why are you not speaking?”

 

“Ah.”

 

At Fleur’s words, Callian hurriedly came to his senses.

 

“You don’t have to mind what Ophelia says.”

 

Callian said firmly. 

 

“Your existence itself is enough for me.
There is no need to look for other reasons.”

 

As he spoke, his heart was pounding.

 

Because he doesn’t mean it.

 

But Fleur doesn’t know.

 

She doesn’t know. 

 

“Really?”

 

She asks with such innocent eyes. 

 

Callian nodded, feeling his chest tingling again.

 

“Yes, I mean it.”

 

Fleur’s face became clear at that moment.
She closed her red eyes tightly and hugged Callian. 

 

“Thank you, Your Highness—”

 

Callian patted her back and sighed softly.

 

Really, he can’t do this. 

 

He thought so.

 

******

 

‘Oh, I’m tired.’

 

I didn’t even do much, but why am I so tired?

 

I turned my stiff shoulders and leaned against the backrest.

 

After meeting Callian in the morning and meeting Fleur, I am very confused.

 

But I did everything I wanted.

 

We also talked about Count Amber and Marquis Richel, and Fleur was fed up with it.

 

Isn’t this enough?

 

I thought so and got off the carriage with a light heart.

 

But. 

 

“Ophelia!”

 

As soon as I got off the carriage, Sylvester ran as if he had been waiting. 

 

“What’s going on?”

 

I asked, wondering if he had been waiting for me since morning.

 

Sylvester narrowed his eyes. 

 

“Are you asking because you don’t know that?”

 

He stared at me with a ridiculous look.

 

“Why didn’t you tell me about Count Amber?”

 

Oh, how does he know about this?

 

It seems that even a spy was planted in the imperial palace.

 

That’s why he knew right away.

 

But it didn’t change anything just because he knew.

 

I shrugged and answered back.

 

“That’s in order to win the Crown Prince’s favor.
And I’ve come across this information, do I really need to tell you?”

 

“Yes! The Count is the person I’ve been watching for a long time! But how can you let the Crown Prince hit the players!”

 

“You know you’re a bit excited, right?”

 

I clicked my tongue and said.

 

“When did you say that I should do anything to seduce the Crown Prince, do you get angry because I do everything?” 

 

“Seduce, seduce the b*stard!”

 

Sylvester stomped his feet and swept his hair roughly.

 

“You can stop it now.”

 

“What?”

 

“Stop seducing the Crown Prince.”

 

Sylvester said with a determined face.

 

“I need to use your good brain towards me.”

 

Oh—.

 

I was spaced out for a moment, and soon came to my senses and responded.

 

“I don’t want to.”