Chapter 89
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Yelena clearly heard the crowd of nobles who carried fans disparaging the lady and speculating her true identity.
This incident would definitely disgrace the lady.
And what played a part in it was that man who remained on the sidelines until it was too late.
‘What the hell was he doing?’
Yelena knew one thing.
He caressed her shoulder as if she was extremely precious, but that man didn’t really value his partner.
‘It’s none of my business.’
Anyway, the disturbance seemed to have ended, so there was no need to think about it anymore.
Yelena started to lead Kaywhin away and tried to get out of her spot.
It was then.
“Huh?”
The man, who happened to look in Yelena’s direction, paused and then opened his mouth in surprise.
“Yelena?“
The man’s voice was loud and clear.
Yelena, whose name was called, unknowingly gave the man a look.
However, the problem was that Yelena wasn’t the only one who heard the name.
“…Yelena?”
“I think I’ve heard of it somewhere…”
“The recent rumors…”
While people were whispering, someone finally spat out a sentence.
“The Duchess of Mayhard?”
“Oh, my God.”
“Then that person… ”
“The one next to her is…”
It didn’t take long before the whispering turned into noisy chatter.
Yelena’s expression hardened.
* * *
The man, who abruptly called Yelena’s name and created a disturbance among the spectators and pretended to personally know Yelena, left a message that he would contact her later, and disappeared.
Yelena hastily dragged Kaywhin out of the crowd, but it was after everyone there had already recognized him.
‘…Haa.’
It was the worst.
Yelena was now empty-handed.
She had thrown away the food in the trash can since she lost her appetite.
Yelena, who trudged down the street, soon opened her mouth.
“…Let’s go back, now.”
Yelena had initially come out with a firm resolution to enjoy the festival until late tonight.
When she made that resolution, she also told Kaywhin.
“Are you talking about now?”
It was far from being late at night; it was now evening.
Yelena tried her hardest not to show her glum expression and said, “Yes. I’ve seen enough of the festival…”
Not at all. She hadn’t seen enough.
Truthfully, how much she saw from the festival wasn’t very important to Yelena.
What was meaningful to her was how much she and Kaywhin enjoyed it.
Frankly, it wasn’t enough.
She wanted to walk around more and create more memories.
However, even if they stayed at the festival longer, it would add more bad memories instead of good ones.
There was no guarantee that they wouldn’t run into a noble who recognized Kaywhin.
‘You rascal.’
Yelena cursed the masked man with all her heart.
She ground her teeth.
She didn’t know who it was, but when she saw him again, she would never let him go.
According to her current mood, she wanted to behead him and then parade him in the streets.
As Yelena brooded over her merciless thoughts, Kaywhin spoke.
“If it’s because of what happened a while ago, I’m fine.”
“I’m not fine.”
Yelena, who unknowingly lashed out, immediately shut her mouth.
There was no reason to be angry with Kaywhin. Absolutely none.
“…I don’t have a good personality, do I? I put up with it earlier, but I won’t be able to stay still if I meet someone who whispers about you again.”
Yelena imagined it. She wouldn’t be able to hold herself back.
“If it’s a woman, I’ll grab them by the hair, and if it’s a man, I’ll kick them in the crotch.”
Dejection often made a person honest.
Kaywhin made a sound of holding back his laughter at the unfiltered remarks.
“Ahem.”
“…I’m not kidding.”
“I don’t know about anything else, but I don’t recommend the latter. My wife’s feet are going to get dirty.”
“Yeah. I know it too. That’s why I don’t want to get my feet dirty, so let’s go home.”
Half of it was sincere.
She didn’t want to see Kaywhin become a topic of discussion in front of her eyes, and she didn’t want to let Kaywhin see her make a fuss about it because she couldn’t stand it.
The strength fell from her shoulders. Kaywhin looked at her drooping small shoulders and opened his mouth.
“Wife, why…”