I Became the Obsessive Male Lead’s Ex-Wife

Even after shaking for a while, Ibelin did not open her eyes. She clicked her tongue and shook her head.

“You can ask the Count about that once he wakes up, madam. Stability is the most important thing for patients.”

“All right. I was so excited.”

When I covered Ibelin with a blanket up to her neck. I saw a bright red blush on his cheeks, which were as white as white hydrangeas. Teacher Dompari took a deep sigh and muttered.

“It looks like that person still hasn’t changed his mind. Please, those feelings should be directed towards children…”

The person who says things that seem incomprehensible. For some reason, I felt suspicious that Teacher Dumpari looked at me with a faint look in his eyes.

“Mr. Dompari? If you want to speak, speak so that they can understand.”

“It’s nothing.”

Teacher Dumpari just took it as if he didn’t know anything. As expected, it was suspicious, but I couldn’t inquire any further. Because I was also busy holding on to my heart that felt like it was going to explode and pound for no reason.

* * *

Spacious duel arena. Two tall men are pointing swords. Although they didn’t say anything, this is a place where their love for each other is overflowing. It was reminiscent of a battlefield, so much so that even the servants waiting around flinched. Clap clap clap clap! The sword cut through the air at a speed that was almost invisible to the eye.

“As expected, you are His Highness the Duke.”

“You’ve seen it a lot.”

“Then how about this?”

The moment when the grey-purple hair approaches low and holds out the knife in an instant. The platinum-blonde hair fell down without even being able to see it. Pervin lowered her body’s center of gravity and instantly turned over the opponent’s sword and threw it away. He pointed the knife at Ibelin’s throat as he knelt on the floor.

“Finally, 100 wins out of 100 matches.”

“It’s unfair. This is the duke’s territory, and it is a place he is familiar with because he has been training since he was young…”

“That’s it, a win is a win. Now, cover your neck.”

Pervin coldly put the knife to his throat. The moment when the shining blade sparkles and sparkles in the scorching sun.

“Father, don’t fight!”

“Fighting is bad, Count!”

White-blonde and black-haired boys of similar size quickly ran towards them. The two of them were aiming at each other with the eyes of wild beasts just now. As the children ran towards them, their eyes instantly turned gentle. The platinum-haired child was quickly hugged by Ibelin, and the black-haired child was hugged by Pervin. Ibelin put down her sword and gently froze her child.

“No, we are not fighting.”

“You’re not really fighting?”

The black-haired child also asked while holding Pervin’s hand. Concern flowed from a lovely face that looked just like Irwen. Pervin replied, stroking her child’s head lovingly.

“Do you really want me to point my sword at Count Rune, dear children?”

“My father is bad, pointing his sword at Count Ibelin. I know the Count is weak.”

The platinum-haired child looked at Pervin with a new look. He was in Belin’s arms, with his face buried in her. The face of the child who spoke while nuzzling her plump breasts looked exactly like Pervin when she was young. That guy is real. A guy who only hugs Ibelin whom he meets. Pervin felt the veins rising on her forehead and tried to hide her disappointment.

“You are so bad. Even if your father hugs you, you always turn to Count Rune. You’re worse.”

The child, with her black hair flowing, chirped in Pervin’s arms.

“That’s because dad treats Count Ibelin poorly.”

Pervin hugged the child in her arms even tighter, as if she was frustrated.

“I’m not the type of person to mistreat anyone, right?”

“You always treat your mom badly, bothering and harassing her.”

“What do you know about adult love?”

She spoke confidently, but Pervin’s face burned uncontrollably. Ibelin swallowed her strange expression with difficulty, and she quickly changed her subject.

“Now, will you stop doing this and come to my house with me? This time, merchants from Verma brought a lot of children’s toys. “Come with her brother.”

“Wow, toy!”

The platinum-haired child’s blue eyes sparkled. Pervin muttered, looking at her child in bewilderment.

“There is no use in raising children. How can you like that person more than me, your father…?”

At that time, the child in Ibelin’s arms spoke decisively for a moment.

“Count, please get off.”

“Huh?”

“Just me and my brother can’t play. I have to play with my father too.”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to see a new toy?”

The platinum-haired child got down from Ibelin’s arms and hesitantly grabbed Pervin’s legs.

“Because my mother said that even if my father was a love rival targeting her mother, he should play along.”

“Love rival? Boy, you should be an opponent, not a rival. Irwen’s only love is me.”

“No? Because she likes me and her younger brother the most?”

“That’s right, he likes me the most.”

After hearing her older brother’s words, the black-haired child nodded her head in Pervin’s arms, and he kissed her child’s cheek cutely.

“Irwen will like me best.”

“No, it’s me. Because I have black hair like my mother.”

“No, I said it was me. They said I looked just like my father when he was young and that I was cute.”

At that time, Irwen’s voice was heard from afar.

“Guys, why don’t you come in for dinner?”

“Mom!”

The children quickly ran to Irwen as if they had never done anything like that. Pervin took a step ahead of her children and took Irwen in her arms. However, she felt unfamiliar with Irwen coming into his arms today. Fervin knew her size all too well as he had hugged her thousands of times, but strangely enough, today Irwen was a bit burdensome. Why did it get so big? As if she had noticed his gaze, Irwen, who was in her arms, smiled meaningfully.

“Why, am I too much of a burden? I don’t like big, well-boned wives, is this it?”

“No, it’s not like that.”

“You wouldn’t like it if I gained weight.”

“Please, don’t say you don’t like me, Irwen.”

Pervin hugged Irwen tightly, her arms full of her own. He buried his lips against her neck as she struggled to get out of his embrace.

“Don’t say things like that, even in your dreams. “How much I love you.”

* * *

“Omg!”

Pervin wakes up from a brief dream. He was buried in documents with his eyes closed. Did he have a drool on his face? He ran his hand over his face. A voice came from next to him that seemed to shake his identity.

“Your Majesty the Duke. Could you please let me go? And those lips of hers… … .”

“Lord Dobre?”

Pervin blinked her eyes and straightened her vision as if nothing had happened. What he saw was truly shocking. In this situation, Lord Dobre, wearing a disheveled shirt and being held in his arms, is rolling his eyes as if he doesn’t know what to do. I can see that his face is as red as his redness. She was freaked out on the inside, but Pervin managed to keep her expression calm on the outside. Hugging Irwen in the dream was like hugging Lord Dobre in reality. For some reason, it wasn’t the same size as the Irwen I always held, but it was being held by a strong man. He gently lowered Sir Dobre from his arms.

“I’m sorry.”

Sir Dovre asked him calmly.

“You must have been having a hard time these days. You seem to be dreaming too intensely.”

“Stop because I’m tired. By the way, how did you end up in my arms?”

Pervin rubbed her sharp eyes even more nervously. No matter how deep she was in her sleep, she couldn’t understand why Sir Dobre, who had been shuffling papers next to her, was now in her arms. In response to his questioning, Lord Dobre confessed the truth as if he were embarrassed.

“That’s actually… I thought the Duke had a nice smell, so I walked closer and was swept away by the Duke’s embrace.”

“What smell?”

“That lily of the valley scent. It’s the scent that comes from the Duchess.”

Sir Dobre was unable to hide his romantic nature and his face turned red.

“It’s really amazing that the duke can smell your wife’s scent as well. Do couples actually have similar scents?”

Pervin spent some time rummaging through her uniform, then rolled up her sleeves and sniffed the scent of flesh. It seemed as if Irwen’s body odor had spread to him as well. Just as the corners of his mouth turned up in good spirits, he was met with Sir Dobre’s helpless expression. He quickly cleared his throat, jerked, and turned his head. Her ears were already red.

“Why are you so interested in other people’s scents? Hurry up and get to work.”

“Yes, Duke.”

There was a moment of silence. The only sound was the crunching sound of the quill. Lord Dobre glanced at him. Pervin, who seemed to be having a hard time concentrating, handed him some papers.

“This is an estimate for security personnel. Please take a good look and tell me what I need to improve.”

“Yes.”

At this time, all I could hear was the sound of work again. Pervin, who felt Sir Dovre keeping looking at him, finally opened his mouth.

“Why, is there something on my face?”

“No, I have another question. What kind of dream did you have that makes you twist your body like that? I guess you had a sword fight in your dream?”

The dream he had earlier appeared vividly before Pervin’s eyes. Since he couldn’t get anything done anyway, he put down his pen.

“…We have two children.”

“I had two children in my dream? It feels like a special dream.”

There were two boys who looked like Irwen and me. Pervin swallowed his words and nodded his head. Lord Dobre’s face grew red with even more excitement.

“Isn’t that a fetal dream? I also have many sisters, so I know a lot about prenatal dreams.”

Pervin’s eyes narrowed. I tried not to get my hopes up, but I couldn’t stand the pounding of his heart that felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. Before he could organize his thoughts, the door burst open.

“This is a message to the Duke!”

“To me?”

Pervin’s face grew even paler. As soon as he read the message delivered by the messenger, he rushed out of his office. Where he leaves like the wind, the message sent by Mrs. Tilly flutters and falls to the floor. It said this: -Count Rune is giving his wife a hard look, so I hope for his speedy return.

* * *

A cozy guest room with the crackling sound of a bonfire. Dr. Dompari said that there was no cure for this disease, prescribed a tonic, and left. Meanwhile, Ibelin woke up and asked for my forgiveness. He said he was rude. He said he would leave, but I held him back. As the mistress of a family, it would be rude to send away the ambassador of the Principality of Verma who had collapsed in the mansion as if kicking him out as soon as he woke up, and since he was a man who knew my past, I wanted to find out something. I was sitting facing Ibelin, who was looking at me kindly. As Mrs. Tilly was staring at the slightly open door and thinking about what to say, a strange look from her side kept tickling me. I glanced at him and our eyes happened to meet. I quickly looked down, but he smiled faintly and spoke softly.

“Whatever you want to say…”

“No, that’s not it.”

I put down my cup of hot chocolate. I had no choice but to muster courage. Even if it’s to heal my pounding heart when I see him, to let him know my true feelings, or to change his mind that he likes me. I steeled myself and looked at him. But my mouth rejected my will and ended up asking the wrong question.

“Count Rune. What was I to you?”

Ibelin blinked violently at the sudden question. His clear lake-like eyes wavered for the first time. On his neat face, only his lips became lively. He bit his lip hard, drawing blood. He seemed to choose his words carefully.

“From the moment I first met you to now, you have always been someone I have to take care of. This is the first contract I signed, and it is also a promise I must keep.”

“Can’t you break that promise now, Count Rune? Although once upon a time you were my tutor, now I make my life at the Duke of Carlisle’s. It means you don’t have to worry about me despite all the trouble.”

My words will be even colder if you listen to them coldly. But Ibelin didn’t care. The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

“It’s okay, lady. The joy is much greater than the hardship.”

He looked at me softly. That transparent skin reflecting the sunlight, those lips that seem to be covered in dew, and those transparent walls that gaze softly at me. It was really beautiful. It was as beautiful as a flower slowly blooming in the morning dew. What kind of man… It’s all there. Feeling anxious for no reason, I quickly called Mrs. Tilly. I guess I should ask for more hot chocolate.

“Mrs Tilly!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Less than 0.5 seconds after I called, I heard the booming voice of a middle-aged woman. There was something bulging in the apron she wore in front of her. White powder, like flour, gently fell to the floor. The chef’s troubled voice could be heard from afar.

“What if I take the rolling pin, Mrs. Tilly? I was just preparing dessert for my wife. If the dessert isn’t prepared properly, how will I see your face?”

“Is dessert the problem now? That gray flower stone… anyway! You never know. We must protect our lady.”

“What do you think of us men…”

“If you and Alfred are so obsessed with the Count, will you be able to protect them properly?”

Mrs. Tilly stuck her head outside her door and I could hear her whispering all the way inside, so I quickly called out to her.

“Mrs. Tilly, come here quickly. Count Rune, I’m sorry. Because our employees care so much about me…”

“I understand. I know they’ve been like that from the beginning.”

Ibelin, who was drinking tea in front of her, changed in an instant. Earlier, she looked at her with a warm expression, like melting butter, but as soon as Mrs. Tilly came in, she had no expression and was just sipping tea coldly. However, his expression towards Mrs. Tilly was somehow complicated. Mrs. Tilly fully expressed her anxiety with her glances. I gave Mrs. Tilly a comfortable smile.

“Can I have one more cup of hot chocolate?”

“I understand, ma’am.”

Mrs. Tilly glanced at her Ibelin and she slowly went out. Ibelin smiled softly.

“You hate me as expected. He is still the same.”

“Have you ever been here?”

“We had the reception here, so of course it was.”

At that time, a commotion was heard outside. She quickly looked out the window, and there she was, standing alone, a gallant black horse stamping her feet. It was Pervin’s dark horse.

‘A person who should be in the palace, why is he here?’

I had no idea that he had come here to be wary of Ibelin. Suddenly, the door opened, and Marianne hurriedly took Eveline’s jacket. Then he quickly whispered in my ear.

“I think the master is here. I received word that the Count collapsed at our Duke’s residence.”

The moment I heard her words, I hurried out. Because I had a strong feeling that if I didn’t go out and meet Pervin now, he might do something.

* * *

Marianne and Eveline were left alone in the bedroom. As Ibelin made a bitter expression, Marianne muttered with a strange expression.

“It’s almost like you saved the Count’s life from your master.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, Count.”

Ibelin faced Marianne who shrugged her shoulders.

“My master, his possessiveness towards your wife is terrible.”

“Do you think I will be swayed by such beastly desires?”

“You speak harshly, Count.”

Marianne glanced at her Ibelin.

“Rather than swallowing it on the inside, my master expresses it on the outside and is truly honest.”

* * *

I hurried out of the bedroom on the second floor and quickly went down the stairs to the first floor. When she found Pervin halfway up the stairs, she moved her feet even faster. His face was pale and white.

“Pervin.”

When he encountered me, he stood tall on the spot. His sharp eyes were stained red. The green eye, which was shaking violently, is becoming increasingly moist. I was worried and surprised, wondering if he was crying, so I hurried to him, holding the hem of his dress.

“Isn’t it painful somewhere? Or did you cry?”

“It’s not like that. That’s not it…”

As I took one step closer, he bit his lip hard. His clenched fist seemed to represent his shaking heart. He backed away and ended up with his back against the wall. Seeing his gaze as if he was avoiding me, I wrapped my arms around his waist and tied him in place to prevent him from escaping. The darkened eyes face me and are shaking even more. Eventually, he approached me and buried his trembling lips on the back of my neck.

“I’m sorry, Irwen. I didn’t doubt you, I doubted the man.”

Knowing that the person he was talking about was Count Rune, I patted him on the back. His broad back was shaking.

“We had a relationship for a while before we got married, but it’s not enough for you to worry about.”

“I know, I know…”

Pervin lifted his face from the crook of my neck. He tapped and placed his forehead against mine. It was as hot as burning.

“I also despise this petty attitude of caring about him. Rather than being this narrow-minded and jealous man, I want to be a generous and broad-minded man in front of you, but why do I always show myself like this in front of you?”

The tears that had formed around his eyes overflowed and flowed out of his green eyes. The sight of a single tear flowing down his handsome face was like a flower soaked in drizzle. This was the first time that Pervin, who had always been strong, confident, and confident, showed himself like this. So I don’t know if I impulsively touched his lips.

“Pervin, look at me.”

Trapped in my arms, he bit his lip and looked down at me. The tears that had formed on my long eyelashes fell again and again.

“There’s no shame in crying. And, there’s no shame in feeling those feelings.”

“It’s because I feel bad for coming here and showing you crying.”

“It’s okay to cry. I just need to cover it with my lips.”

The moment Pervin blinked his wet green eyes, I lifted my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his.

My lips, moistened with tears, were hot. That kiss had a sweet and salty taste for some reason.

 

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