The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 60.1

If there had been a hole nearby, Judith would certainly have climbed into it. She couldn’t even count how many times her husband drew unnecessary attention to them. And now this situation was very serious. The Duchess did not have the courage to look around. Even if she does this, she will obviously be met with misunderstanding and amazement.

So Judith just hoped to leave as soon as possible. But Derrick didn’t seem to care at all about what was happening around him. Suppressing a sigh, the Duchess looked to the side and met Vincent’s eyes. His strange and surprised face was no different from the others. After all, he most of all did not expect to see such behavior on the part of Derrick. And even more so in the banquet hall.

“Please, hurry up,” Judith couldn’t stand it anymore, which is why she buried her nose in the demon’s shoulder.

Derrick didn’t even look at the people around him. And for some reason, the Duchess didn’t even look surprised, just trying to finally find a quiet corner. The demon hugged her to support her.

“Here,” the servant led the couple into the living room not far from the banquet hall and disappeared, leaving them alone.

At that moment, Judith felt relief, as if a second wind had opened. Only then did Derrick sit her down on the soft sofa in the lounge.

– Why did you do it so suddenly?

“Don’t say you don’t know,” the demon lifted the hem of the dress and took the shoe off his wife’s foot.

He acted extremely carefully, worried about making Judith even worse. And in fact, Derrick is the most caring person in her life.

“Or do you want me to treat you differently?” – He muttered.

And for some reason his voice seemed extremely bitter to Judith. The Duchess turned away because blood was flowing from her leg.

– Don’t treat!

Derrick furiously raised his eyebrows when he heard her squeal, because his wife still refused to be healed. But the girl leaned over and took his hand to control it, because the demon could have simply arbitrarily healed his leg.

– Remember! We will meet the Emperor again. And it will be strange… Therefore, for now you just need to provide first aid. And as soon as we return to the mansion, you will heal me.

And Judith was right. If someone notices that there is no longer a wound on the leg, it will seem very strange and even suspicious.

In fact, the Duchess was not bothered by the ordinary nobles. All thoughts were only about Hannibal. He didn’t know if Derrick had regained his strength or not. And now it was impossible to give the slightest hint. And the biggest clue might have been Judith’s wound.

Sighing, Derrick looked at her sadly:

“Then I’ll just stop the bleeding.”

Even if he abandoned the idea of ​​healing, he could not come to terms with it: the demon’s eyes looked frightening and even unfamiliar. Judith managed to nod countless times.

White light poured out of his hand in a small stream, seeping under the skin on his ankle. Looking at this, Judith remembered what happened in the banquet hall: the conversation between Derrick and the Viscount.

— By the way, what do you know about the Viscount? Looks like my late husband was investing in his business.

– Who is this?

Although Derrick pretended to be a good husband and a pleasant conversationalist, he did not care at all about the people around him. Therefore, he did not know their identities and names.

– Father of my husband’s mistress.

“Oooh, this guy,” Derrick laughed. – What can I know about him?

– Then… Previous conversation?

– I was just bluffing. Because he bothered us too much. It seemed like a perfect match.

Judith’s heart beat faster at what she heard.