How to Divorce the Male Lead - Chapter 22

Chapter 22

On the way back, as soon as Evan got into the carriage, he wiped his wet hands with a handkerchief. And threw it away without hesitation. Even then, Juliana was lowering her head with a blushing face.

“Juliana.”

Maybe it’s because she’s been called several times. Then Juliana, who came to her senses, raised her head. Her cheeks were still red and slightly wet, perhaps because of the shock.

Evan frowned.

“Did you cry?”

“….I didn’t cry.”

Juliana rubbed her cheeks.

‘I didn’t cry. I was just sweating from nervousness.’

Oh, maybe not.

‘Did I cry at that moment?’

When Juliana saw the tears on her hands, she frowned. She must have cried as he said. Why did she cry?

“Juliana.”

He raised his hand, smelling of liquor, and hesitated to wipe away her tears.

And he panicked for a moment.

Juliana smiled at him like that.

You wouldn’t think he just hurt someone else’s wrist. He was embarrassed because he didn’t have a handkerchief to wipe his wife’s tears.

“It’s all right.”

She took a handkerchief out of her pocket and pressed down on two stiff eyeballs. Oh, she thought she’d live a little.

“I should have killed him.”

Evan spoke in a raw tone that was uneducated. Listening to the harsh truth, Juliana spoke lightly as usual.

“If you’d killed him there, you’d have had a hard time because they would talk too much about you.”

“Really? Then I’ll kill him for Juliana or on your recommendation.”

“What I can recommend is, don’t kill him. If you’re going to kill every one of the guys that stuck to me, you’re going to have to start a war.”

“If I had your permission, I would have killed them many times.”

“I hope I’m not involved in your murder attempt.”

Juliana mumbled, still covering her eyes with her handkerchief.

‘Who knew she would be held by her wrist in such an official location and dragged around.’

The carriage rattled along.

Since she entrusted herself with that move, what just happened felt like a skit.

Evan said, looking forward to her bid with a laugh.

“I told you. I would have killed as much as I could with your permission. My personality is dirty.”

Juliana lowered her handkerchief. Probably by tomorrow, her eyes will be swollen.

“Thank you for your heart. But you don’t have to do that.”

“Are you still going to divorce me?”

“Of course.”

“I was amazed at my chivalry and thought you’d break your stubbornness.”

He raised his arm to the carriage window and put his chin on his hand. A cold night breeze blew over the half-open window and brushed his hair.

Juliana, who smiled at his joked way of speaking, suddenly tried to keep her words in check.

After a little silence, she mumbled, looking down at the crumpling handkerchief.

“You don’t have to do that to me. You’ll be able to meet a better woman.”

“You go too far with your jokes.”

He grinned. The blue eyes, which gave a rather cold feeling, were darkened.

Juliana, who had not seen his eyes, still kept her head down and continued her rambling words.

The more she did, the more entangled her words kept blurring the point, but she tried to convey her intention to him as much as possible.

“I’m not kidding. My reputation has gone to the end. If it had been done to other wives, everyone would have helped. But they didn’t help me. You know everything. They were laughing at me.”

“They are all just cowards.”

“Not really.”

“Why do you keep thinking you’re wrong? You’re a victim. He’s been treating you carelessly.”

“Are you saying you want to be in the fight of passion?”

“Juliana, you don’t know how much I wanted to be in your fight.”

“That’s nonsense.”

“You’ll be hearing nonsense a lot in the future. So don’t be so hard on it and listen to it.”

“Haha!”

Juliana laughed out loud.

However, the laughter faded away at the end. She still had her head down. The rattling sound of a carriage wheeling in time, purr-. Silence came to the point where she could hear the breath of the horses.

Juliana was gazing at the marks of a crumpled handkerchief with a frown on her forehead.

This is the novel, the man in front of her eyes is the male lead, and she has repeatedly reminded herself that she is an extra that corresponds to her painful first past.

However, for the first time, it hurt her heart. Juliana faced her husband’s gaze at her.

She had to be prepared before she could shake her mind any more, or leave herself to the flow of this novel. Her determination to ruin this moment.

Juliana said with a sweet lip.

“I’m getting a divorce from you.”

‘Before that, I’m going to pick out the guy that’ll bother you and get rid of him. Then a good person like you can meet a good person and do well.’

Yeah, like a novel.

“So don’t pay any more attention. From now on, I won’t cry, don’t panic, and I’ll clean up my past relationships.”

She tried to imitate his cold way of speaking. The more she said, the more she hurt his feelings.

Juliana covered her mouth with a crumpled handkerchief. Then she bowed her head.

Her fingertips trembled a little.

‘How nice it would be to think that he was angry and thought that helping you was a mistake. Then that rum would be a little less poking on your conscience.’

Purung-.

The horses resumed their legs movements and eagerly pulled the carriage toward the destination. The voice of the coachman encouraging the horses shook the heavy silence.

Between the silence Evan said.

“In fact, there’s something you said that doesn’t make sense.”

“…..”

Juliana covered her face with a crumpled handkerchief.

Evan knew well that this time to cover her distorted face, not tears.

She was a proud wife, that’s why he liked her. He crossed his legs, looking at her blindly rejecting him. Then, he turned his eyes to the Duke’s mansion outside the window.

It was just an instant.

His gaze stretched again toward Juliana. Then he stretched out his hand toward the tip of Juliana’s chin.

But he couldn’t reach it. He decidedly didn’t want to touch her with his hand smelling of alcohol.

Evan smiled vaguely.

“I didn’t have a fight of passion. You just had a hard time with the idiot who loved and adored you. So you don’t have to be sorry for me.”

“I, I.”

“You’re crying again.”

Juliana raised her hand and rubbed her wet cheeks.

‘Why cry? I don’t even deserve to cry….’

Juliana felt confused.

As he looked at his wife, Evan whispered in an embarrassing voice.

“Don’t cry. You can’t even console yourself. Your hands are all wet like this.”

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-. Through the window came the coachman’s voice calming the horses.

Juliana wiped her face and realized that she had finally arrived home. When she tried to hold back her sniffling sound and then tried to leave the spot, Evan didn’t catch her anymore, as if he knew everything.

Juliana opened the carriage door and headed to the Duke’s front door before the servant opened the door.

As her husband said on the first day of his return, the road to the main gate had already been cleared and was cobbled on top of it.

Thanks to this, the hem of Juliana’s skirt was clean with every step she took on the way to the front door.

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Translator – DrMementoTiramisu