After that, Orpheus visited my room many times and treated me with a shady and sweet attitude that seemed to hold a hidden meaning.
I welcomed him with a big smile, talked gleefully, apologised obediently when he cautioned me on my arrogant remarks, and sometimes I touched his arms or shoulders.
Orpheus, who was clearly suspicious of me, continued to accompany his eerie wife without saying anything, even though he did look confused at times; probably because he was being considerate towards the injured person or because he wanted to fulfil his duties as a husband.
Two weeks after he started visiting me, the swelling on my cheeks got better, and the bruise on my shoulder disappeared.
If you look closely, then my skin was a little yellowish, but I can hide that with makeup.
The doctor said that the bruises will disappear in a few days, and my skin would return to normal, so there arenât any adverse effects even if I apply white powder on my skin.
I began to dress more glamorously than before, taking my time to do my hair and apply my makeup.
I went to where Orpheus was while dressed like this and invited him to tea and for walks. I actively interacted with him when he no longer visited my room.
When Orpheus was in the mansion, I persistently followed him, when he wasnât, I would act like Countess Rosenstein and play to my heartâs content, waste money and go to the gambling house.
âYouâre gorgeous, Madam.â I took Claireâs words as the signal and looked into the mirror. Reflected was not the usual plain and gloomy Ophelia, but a beautifully dressed-up lady.
I was dressed in a light blue and dark navy striped dress with a navy ribbon around my waist; on my ears were diamond earrings.
My pale skin and lips looked better thanks to makeup, and even if someone just looked at my face, it was like I had transformed into a completely different person compared to when I wasnât wearing makeup.
âAmazing, Claire. I always think this, but youâre amazing.â When I applauded Claire for her incredible makeup skills, she blushed and smiled.
She looked so cute that it made me want to hug her.
âNo way⊠Madam is a beautiful person, so you look good in whatever you wear.â
âNo, youâre wrong. Itâs because your skills are amazing.â
Claire is an excellent maid.
Sheâs usually careful and fast with her typical job too, but her hair and makeup techniques, as well as fashion taste, are also outstanding.
She didnât even have to take an hour. In a short time, she could transform me into Countess Rosenstein who wouldnât feel ashamed no matter where I go.
She was also good at acting and could perform a great act of a young girl who is frightened and weak against her selfish mistress.
Her airheadedness is also cute, and she was a capable person who was too good for me.
When I praised her without holding back, her face went red like an apple in an instant, and she ran away, âIâll go get the gloves!â Sheâs shy as always.
Smiling at the short girl rustling around the closet, I turned to the mirror again and confirmed if there were any imperfections.
I was dressed-up even though I wasnât going out, but itâs just right for Countess Rosenstein.
Because she loves gorgeous dresses and always overly dresses herself up.
âMadam, is this one alright?â
I nodded and put on the white lace gloves that Claire had gotten me.
I turned around on the spot and asked Claire, âHow do I look?â
âIf I were a manâŠâ
âEh?â
Claire clenched her apron with both hands and looked up at me with a sad and vexing expression.
What the hell is wrong? I wondered suspiciously, and she continued, âIf I were a manâŠâ
âIâd take Madam and run away to a foreign country.â
I was surprised by the remark that reminded me of Viscount Barbara who eloped to a foreign country because of his affair, and stuttered, âWh-what do you mean?â
âIt means youâre attractive. Youâre beautiful, hardworking, brave, wholeheartedly⊠Even if you have a lover, I would definitely love you and will never make you sad. Iâll take care of you like youâre an expensive doll. I will protect you with my life. If Madam had married another man, then he would probably think the same as me. Last requests donât matter. Thatâs why Master is weird. Iâll be clear, itâs strange for him not to take good care of you or love you. And, I canât believe that he hates you when you try this hard.â
âCl-Claire, youâre saying too muchâŠâ
âItâs the truth! Master isnât normal! Heâs weird! Heâs strange!â
Apparently, she couldnât forgive Orpheus, who was drawing away, for not refusing me clearly even though I tried to actively interact with him.
However, no matter how tolerant one is, anyone would be puzzled if their wife, who had been acting selfishly and arrogant until now, suddenly changed their attitude and snuggles up to them with a coaxing voice. They would probably react like Orpheus.
They wonât accept it easily, instead, they would be wary and wonder what their wife was scheming.
After all, his wife is that notorious Countess Rosenstein. He canât let his guard down.
More importantly, I was more troubled over the fact that he didnât hate it.
âI think Orpheusâs reactions are normal. He doesnât know the situation as you do.â
âButâŠ!â
âNow, now, calm down. Come on, take a deep breath.â
It took a lot of effort to pacify Claire who was so angry from talking that her eyes had glazed over.
I can understand how she feels, but I warned her that servants should understand their position and gently patted her head.
âClaire. Iâm fine. You and Claude are on my side. I donât care what happens.â
âMadamâŠâ
âI have to go soon. I donât have much time because an auditor associate is coming by at night. Now, Claire. Cheer up and greet me with your usual cute smile when I get back.â
âUoah⊠Understood. If Madam says so.â
I patted Claireâs head again and smiled, âIâm leaving.â Claire bowed politely, âTake care.â
I felt like her cute voice had given me a push on my back and was able to leave the room with a much more positive attitude than usual.
Down the stairs, I headed to the study on the first floor, âââ Orpheusâs workroom.
Today as well, I shadowed the busy Orpheus, and flirted with him to get him to hate me.
âHow do you do, Orpheus! How are you getting on with your work?â
I slammed the door open and smiled at Juris, who was looking at me in surprise and at Orpheus, who had frozen with a feather pen in his hand.
âYou look as busy as always. Thereâs a crease between your eyebrows, Orpheus. You look scary.â
âOpheliaâŠâ
âIâm sure youâre working too hard. Youâre a diligent worker. Why donât you take a break? Look, itâs such a nice day out today. Letâs go for a walk. Itâs a nice change of pace.â
When I made a rude entrance, put my hands on the ebony desk stacked with documents and drew closer to Orpheus, he glanced at me once before immediately lowering his gaze and sighing.
His expression didnât change, but he said as if he was fed up, âAgain?â
âIâm happy for the invitation, but Iâm in the middle of work. There are a few things I have to finish by today. Iâm sorry, but todayâsâŠâ
âOh my, then Iâll wait until youâre finished.â
âI donât know how long itâll take me.â
Orpheus acted the same even though the swelling on my cheek has faded.
Does he still feel bad for me, or is he trying to keep things peaceful by taking a step back to continue this marriage?
His lips twitched sometimes, but he hid his confusion and kept talking to his suspicious wife.
âItâs only that much. Then, Iâll help you. I can do simple settlements and calculate balances. Juris, hand me some documents and prepare me a chair. Put it next to Orpheus.â
When I took my gloves off and approached Juris, he looked at Orpheus in silence to see his decision.
Orpheus opened his mouth as if to say something, but I raised a hand and puffed out my chest, âDonât worry.â
âI helped you almost every day when we were newlyweds, didnât I? And, sitting around and doing nothing doesnât suit me.â
âBut, MadamâŠâ
âYouâre wasting time. Hurry up.â
When documents were taken from a corner of Orpheusâs desk, and space was made, Juris quickly carried a chair over, and I sat down calmly.
Orpheus looked at me and gave me a bunch of documents and a stamp as if he had given up because I wouldnât let him have his way, âStamp these.â
âRead through the content and tell me if thereâs anything that bothers you.â
âUnderstood.â
I ignored Jurisâs gaze that looked like he wanted to say something and read the documents.
My purpose is to take a walk with Orpheus alone, not to rummage around in this place.
I questioned Orpheus about complaints and requests from the fief citizens and Juris about mansion management, and seriously did my work, unlike what Countess Rosenstein would do.
I reread the documents many times to make sure I hadnât misread anything and asked many questions until I understood what I had asked.
When I stamped all the documents that he had given me and piled them up neatly near me, I demanded my next job, âAnything else?â
âNo, thatâs enough. Thanks.â
âThatâs enough? I only did this much. Thereâs still a lot left, isnât there?â
âI appreciate your feelings, but youâve been struggling with those documents for over an hour. You should take a little break.â
âAn hour, you say?â
âââ Wasnât it just 10 minutes?
I looked around in amazement, saw the sun was tilting towards evening from outside the window and realised that Orpheus hadnât been lying.
Apparently, I forgot about the time because I was too focused.
However, an hour wasnât a big deal, and I was focused.
âIâm still alright. Now, give me more. If not, then we wonât be able to go on a walk.â
âIf you want to go for a walk that much, then how about going alone?â
âNo! I want to go with you! I want to spend time with you! Iâll do anything to achieve this, so give me more documents quickly! Now!â
Orpheus, who was about to stamp a document, stopped moving and went silent.
He remained like that for a long time but finally pressed the stamp feebly onto the document. He awkwardly lifted his face, and I could almost hear a creaking sound.
âJuris.â
âYes.â
âSorry, but Iâll go outside for a bit. Iâll be back in 30 minutes.â
âBut, youâre still in the middle of your work?â
âItâll work out somehow. No, Iâll finish it somehow. âââ Ophelia, letâs go.â
Orpheus finally got up from his chair, probably because he couldnât work while being in the same room as me.
He probably wanted to drive me away by granting my wish instead of shouting at me endlessly.
I shouted joyfully in my mind and smiled complacently while standing up.
âIâm happy, Orpheus. Youâre finally going to take a walk with me.â
After I wore my lace gloves and swept away my annoying bangs, I clung to his arm even though he hadnât offered it to me.
I clung to him instead of linking arms elegantly with one hand.
âOphelia.â
âFufu, letâs go.â
Taking this opportunity, I tried to push my cheeks against him, but he must have been disgusted because he wanted to push me away with his free hand.
Then, I clung onto him tightly, and he put his hand down without saying anything, probably because he remembered that I would stick to him again once he separates himself from me.
âââ Alright.
I pulled Orpheusâs arm and went out into the corridor.
I walked triumphantly to the front door while passing servants who looked at us with mixed feelings.
It isnât painful to put on a believable expression when I try to flirt with Orpheus because I was used to it now.
I felt nothing.
At first, I felt like my stomach was churning, but now I can even snuggle close to him.
Everything is thanks to Orpheusâs questionable response.
It seemed like Orpheus couldnât forgive me even if he wasnât going to break up with me probably because Iâve been playing a bad wife until now.
He seemed uncomfortable when I acted overly friendly and was walking with a sullen expression on his face.
Even though he saved me from those harsh days, I betrayed him, led a dissipated life, even got a lover, and didnât change no matter how much rebuked me.
Or so he thought, but I completely changed after my fatherâs visit and tried to get close to him.
However, I was only acting overly-sweet in front of Orpheus, and I still continued my bad wife performance from before.
So, itâs natural for him to look sour.
If I werenât a woman, then he would have grabbed my collar and shook me a long time ago. âWhatâre you thinking?!â He would ask.
However, itâs not over yet.
I will make him more frustrated and uncomfortable.
âââ Until he canât take it anymore and explodes.
We walked out the front door and went down the stone stairs.
I pretended to stagger, shrieked cutely and tried to hug Orpheus.
If he avoids me, then I would roll down and break a bone or two, but heâs a gentleman, so he wonât. He caught me and asked worriedly, âAre you alright?â
I blushed like a girl who had fallen in love for the first time while admiring his glistening blue eyes.
âWhy should I do? It looks like Iâve hurt my footâŠâ
Of course, itâs a lie.
It doesnât hurt.
I donât run because I canât, but Iâm fine enough to run with all my might.
âI canât walk unless you support me. Orpheus, please donât let go of my hand. Hold on to it like this.â
âYou shouldnât force yourself to walk. Letâs go back and cool it down.â
âItâll be alright if you support me. You finally made time for this, so Iâd like to take a walk.â
âWhat if it gets worse?â
âIt only hurts a little bit. Donât worry. Please? Support me.â
Orpheus tried to look for the chance to let go of my hand, probably because he hated me clinging to him.
But he canât do that if I lie and say my foot hurts.
He would feel uncomfortable because he has to support me as we walk.
Also, there was a pleasant wind because it was nearly evening, but the temperature in early summer wasnât suitable for snuggling up to each other.
Being made to join a wife, who he didnât like, for a walk during a busy time as she forces a sweet expression on him and having an uncomfortably hot embrace is really the worst.
He would probably hate me more than he does now, right?
âNever let go.â
I brought my slender hand to his face and looked up at him.
Orpheus widened his eyes and immediately averted his gaze. It was hard to see his expression since he was facing sideways, but I didnât miss the frown that gracefully appeared on his face.
âââ He really seems to hate it.
I made a fist in my mind, not because I was sad, but because I was happy.
I want him to hate me more.
I want him to get irritated.
I want him to loathe me.
âââ Then, divorce me.
I ruthlessly suppressed the feelings that wanted to overflow because of his nostalgic perfume and leaned coquettishly against him.
I persuaded myself that I couldnât feel him or his warmth.
I shook off my sentiments.
âSay, Orpheus. Walk more slowly.â
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âDoes it hurt? ThenâŠâ
âItâs fine. Itâs fine even if it hurts. I want to walk with you like this.â
Orpheus nodded silently and slowed down.
He remained expressionless as we walked around the garden, but he let me hold his right arm until the end.