Marquis Kalen’s mother, Pamela Caruso, looked ten years older in a few days.
After the high priest’s visit, she worried about her son who kept himself locked in the room.
He was a precious son.
Her expectations for him were high enough to force her husband, who was still alive, to pass the title early.
Kalen had a naive side, but still had a great appearance and a good disposition.
He was a person who couldn’t be left alone.
When the right time came, he would marry a good young lady……
Pamela, who remembered her son asking a married woman for her love on the day of the high priest’s visit, let out a low sigh and knocked on the door.
“Marquis Kalen.”
There were no words inside.
“Marquis Kalen, come out and eat.”
Tak, tak, tak. She knocked on the door again.
“Are you really going to be like this?”
“……Madam.”
The maid in charge of Marquis Kalen approached Pamela and quietly shook her head.
Yes, it meant it was counterproductive.
Pamela also knew.
Her son was naive and innocent, but his stubbornness was no joke.
The more you light a fire to urge him to come out, the deeper he would go, like digging a rabbit hole.
Eventually, Pamela burst into anger.
“Then you’re going to die! Are you going to die right there? What’s so good about an old married woman!”
Just then, a faint voice came from inside the door.
“…Please don’t curse. To me, she’s my everything.”
“Hey, you idiot!”
Pamela turned red and grabbed the back of her neck.
Then she turned around and left the mansion as if she didn’t want to see him anymore.
20 minutes after that–
Deborah’s carriage arrived at the front door of Marquis Caruso’s mansion.
There, she said she was looking for Kalen.
She just asked the maid to tell him just like that.
And the doors of Kalen’s room, which were closed for a few days as if there would be a siege, suddenly opened.
It felt like a legendary cave was opened by chanting ‘Open Sesame!’
“… Madam Deborah is here?”
Marquis Kalen was in such a hurry that he was not even properly dressed.
His shirt was not fully buttoned, and his light blond hair was messed up.
Within a few days, the underside of his eyes became shriveled, but he looked rather pitiful because of his flower-like beauty.
His blue eyes were swollen from crying.
“I can’t believe… she.”
He hurriedly went down the stairs barefoot.
And there stood Madam Deborah, who had only appeared in his dreams. Also with a smile.
“Madam Deborah!”
Marquis Kalen hugged her tightly.
Deborah only caressed his blond hair, with no expression on her face.
The maid turned her gaze away, as if she had seen something she shouldn’t see.
“What are you doing, not making refreshments right away!”
“…Yes, Marquis.”
After giving instructions to the maid, Marquis Kalen took Deborah into the drawing room.
He kept looking back at her, whimpering like a desperate puppy.
It was no wonder, because didn’t he get in trouble for sending letters and heard a warning that she would never meet him again?
At that time, Marquis Karen thought his life was over.
So Deborah, who appeared now, was very precious.
“Duchess Deborah, I was wrong. Everything. My thoughts were short.”
In front of Deborah who was sitting on the sofa, Marquis Kalen went down on his knees and looked up pitifully, his hands clasped in front of his chest.
Deborah ran her thumb down his reddish ear and said,
“I am no longer a duchess, because I am divorced from my husband.”
“!”
For a moment, a shock passed through Marquis Kalen’s eyes.
Deborah took the ring out of her arms.
“Marquis Kalen Caruso. Marry me.”
Marquis Kalen closed his eyes for a moment, not understanding what she was saying.
It took a while for his blue eyes, that were as beautiful as sapphires, to tremble…… Then he turned his head to the side as if to hide his face. Tears filled the corners of his eyes.
“Look at me.”
Deborah called out to him tenderly, grabbed his chin and made him look at her.
Suddenly, beautiful tears fell from the blue eyes of Marquis Kalen.
A soft voice that matched the flower-like appearance was trembling.
“Deborah… Last time, you said you would definitely never see me again…”
“It was out of anger. I wasn’t serious.”
She meant it. Back then, she said it without thinking as she was pissed off at Marquis Kalen.
But wasn’t it far better to be a young marquis’ wife than a divorcee from a baron family?
“It is you that I love.”
“…Deborah.”
Deborah lifted Marquis Kalen’s left hand and put the ring in it.
Marquis Kalen accepted the sapphire ring that Deborah had given him and held it dearly in his hands.
Then he cried and rubbed his cheek against her leg.
“I’ve always dreamed of this moment. I’m the happiest man in the world… I will cherish this wedding ring like my life.”
Deborah stroked his hair with an affectionless hand, as if touching a broomstick.
She was eagerly anticipating his consent.
It was so easy for Marquis Kalen’s consent… The real problem was something else.