The Earl’s Bad Wife

From that day on, I begin to communicate with His Highness Augusto.

He writes all the hard stories, and he troubles me. The topic is still about the economy.

I'm angry that I don't know what the story is about, I read the book of economy in my husband's study, and while doing a lot of research, I'm deciphering the letter.

Of course, I heard stories about parenting from my nanny, Ilia von Ruelink, and preparing cloth accessories for my baby.

My husband, speaking of, seems to have become an educator for the Kingsguard knight.

Lately, he comes home regularly and has dinner with him.

As always, I've been with someone like honey for a long time, and I'm about to heartburn him a little.

I've been trying to talk to my husband about a small interaction with His Highness Augusto, but I haven't been able to grasp the timing yet somehow.

As the days grew, it became harder to say, and now it was like a secret thing.

Oddly enough, His Highness is in a similar situation. She sees her husband frequently, but she can't tell me until now?

His Royal Highness asked me to explain it to you, but he told me that I could never do it.

I, too, trembled once I imagined a scene where my husband would pursue me, and I thought I could never do it.

In this case, I feel that my bond with His Highness has increased, or that I have become more close.

The contents of the letter also superseded memorabilia with my husband from a story of a tough economy. The two could see that they grew up more like brothers than teachers and students.

"Sounds like fun."

"Yeah, I'm smiling."

The loose cheek muscles harden in an instant.

Because my husband was sitting in the bench in front of me. When did you come back?

"Chi, hey, why aren't you speaking up!

"I'm home now, excuse me, I said"

"... Oh, I did"

Apparently, I didn't realize my husband was coming home.

I folded the letter and put it in an envelope in an impatient motion.

I thought this would be okay, and my husband's gaze is in the letter. I hid a letter under my hands.

"Today, at work..."

"Yeah, yeah."

I have my usual honey grin and my husband talks to me. Though I thought it was unusual to talk about work, I was listening...

"I have business with His Highness Augusto and I visited the room. Then, like Hermina earlier, I read the letter with my cheeks loose."

That's probably my letter I arranged for it to arrive at about lunch today.

His Royal Highness immediately wrote back to me, and it was delivered an hour ago.

I didn't know they were looking at each other reading.

By the way, what I wrote was a story about my husband wanting a kiss on his cheek to reward his work. I twist my neck wondering if that was such an interesting story.

"So..."

When I was puzzled by the thought, my husband's slightly stiff voice echoed in his ear, shaking his shoulders with a victory.

My husband occasionally shows, his eyes smiling not at all laughing.

"I was very pleased to hear that His Highness had recently written with a woman and wondered if spring had finally arrived -"

"Yeah, yeah."

I only have a bad feeling.

I spread the fan that I had placed in my bench, and hid half my face. Because I didn't want to be seen upset.

"I could see the handwriting of the letter that Your Highness hid, but I felt it resembled a letter I knew a lot about."

Do you know me well? Then it's not me?

I have only sent two letters to my husband. So I thought it wouldn't be a handwriting he knew well.

If His Highness also thought that he seemed to have done well where he did not know, his eyes and gaze would meet with those of his reprehensible husband.

"Nah, what?

"No, I wondered why Master Helmina was communicating with His Highness."

From my hand falls a puffy fan.

My husband got up and picked it up and offered it to me.

"Go ahead, I dropped it."

"… you don't have to do that."

"I do because I want to."

"I don't know what that means."

Receive the fan with cluttered hands and order it to return to where it was.

"…… After all, I think dogs are good."

"What?

"The first promise I said, have you forgotten?

"You didn't make any promises."

"I did. Show my sincerity."

"Ah!"

- Speaking of which, he said something on his knees when we first met, this husband (human).

"To show sincerity, be a dog or a servant, could it have been?

"Yes."

My husband returns to his usual honey smile.

How does that happen?

"Why a dog?

"I was wondering if you could be cute."

"Say what? No, I don't like big dogs."

"If so, I will try to make you like me."

I suffer from an understanding of how the story flew to this point.

Where did you go to talk about your correspondence with His Highness?

More than that, back to sincerity.

"I've seen enough of your sincerity."

"There are some aspects I haven't shown you yet."

"You don't have to show me."

"Without saying that,"

"In the first place, why did you suddenly say something about a dog?

"Your Highness is jealous."

"Huh?"

"Dear Hermina, even though my letter did not give a reply, because your Highness's letter seems to be writing in return"

……

After all, he seemed to have found out about the correspondence. Earlier words were not misheard.

"Is that my handwriting you know well?

"Yes."

"Two letters, very distinguishable."

"It was a very nice letter, because I would have read it repeatedly if I had time"

"... that letter, it wouldn't even be like reading it back like that, would it?

"That's not true. I was thrilled to read your letter and see what kind of fun marriage you could have."

... Oh no, weird guy.

Again, that's what I thought of my husband.

Because the first letter was just the one that wrote this impossible request, and the second one was like a fulfillment letter.

"Master Helmina is terrible. I hope you don't mind, Your Highness."

"That was before this, because you were angry"

"I'm not angry."

"All lies! You were hunting me down like a snake!

"Snake, is it?"

"Oh, yeah."

She kept smiling on the surface and seemed to speak calmly, but never laughed behind her eyes.

"If that's what it looked like, I apologize. We're sorry for your loss."

"No, even if they apologize now……………"

It's a puzzling word.

I had no idea what my husband was thinking.

"I thought it was a bad thing that you kept your mouth shut about the letter. I can't tell you what happened."

"Was it to your left? Well, by husband and wife, you don't have to share everything. We'll take care of the judgment around there."

"Is that okay?

"Yes, but please hide that well."

"Oh, yeah, yeah"

At this time, I realize. He said I shouldn't hide anything from my husband.

I noticed right away because I'm a good person, and I thought it would be troublesome when I found out like today.

"…… I'm really, really sorry."

"Never mind"

Even if I don't care, it's not my husband's fault that he feels like he cares big.

Originally, it's not acceptable to have been in private with a man other than my husband.

If there's nothing nasty about it, you should have said it earlier.

Reflect on being a bad wife.

Finally, I asked my husband to have it.

"From now on, if there's anything wrong with me, will you point it out?

My husband replied with a smile, "Of course I do," he said.

Now the problem is solved! That's what I thought, but my husband says, "Then hurry up -" Apparently, there is a word to correct my bad.

"Nah, what?

I have no idea what words will pop up.

I stopped thinking.

My husband smiled sweetly and said something surprising.

"Master Helmina, please make an effort to like me."

"Huh?"

What are you talking about, this husband (human).

That's what I thought.