Honey, Why Can’t We Get a Divorce?

Oh my! 

 

How can you suddenly come in like this! 

 

I was at a loss for words in a moment of embarrassment at Sylvester’s ridiculous straight-forward moment. 

 

Sylvester smiled at me like this.

 

“You were flustered, weren’t you?

 

“…I’m not.”

 

“But you seem to be flustered though.”

 

Sylvester poked me in the cheek and said.

 

No, this person really?!

 

I groaned and looked at Sylvester.

 

Then Sylvester said with a slightly sullen face.

 

“Someone said that women would like it if I did this.
Neil told me.” 

 

“Think about why Neil hasn’t been in a relationship so far.”

 

“Ah.
This punk.”

 

He frowned and spit out swear words. 

 

Still, he didn’t forget to give a friendly gaze to me, and this change was a little surprising to me.

 

How can a person change like this just after confessing once?

 

Of course, being rude was basic, but how should I say it? It feels strangely warm without being rude.

 

‘I think it’s a little weird thinking like this, too.’

 

Apparently, it seems to have moved to Sylvester.

 

I should keep my distance.

 

I gently lifted my butt and moved it to the side.

 

But Sylvester followed me.

 

So I moved a little more to the side, and Sylvester followed me again.

 

Argh, really! 

 

“Why do you keep following me?”

 

“I told you I came because I missed you.
That’s why I want to be next by your side.”

 

Seriously! Why are you talking like that! 

 

It’s embarrassing!

 

I covered my face with both hands and shrugged my shoulders.

 

Sylvester laughed satisfactorily next to me. 

 

“Are you going to keep coming out like this?”

 

“About what?”

 

“Keep going straight like this— No, are you going to keep coming at me?” 

 

“Yeah.”

 

Sylvester answered without any hesitation.

 

“I told you.
I’ll make you like me.”

 

I glanced up and looked him in the eye.

 

His blue eyes contain only sincerity.

 

So I could feel my mind getting dizzy.

 

Ah, you can’t, Ophelia.

 

Come to your senses. 

 

You can’t fall down here. 

 

You have to get a divorce.

 

I slapped my cheeks a couple of times and tried to pull myself together.

 

“Whoo…”

 

I sighed and glanced up at Sylvester.

 

“But why didn’t you come in the meantime?”

 

“What?”

 

“You said you’d make me like you.
But considering that, you avoided me.”

 

Sylvester kept his mouth shut.

 

There was a little long silence.

 

By the time the silence subsided slowly, Sylvester suddenly opened his mouth.

 

“I need to be honest?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Haa.
Sylvester swept his hair with a long sigh. 

 

“It was because I was embarrassed.”

 

“…What?”

 

“I feel refreshed after confessing to you, but after that, I wandered a little because I didn’t know what to do.”

 

Oh.

 

This guy is so honest.

 

I didn’t know what to say, so I only rolled my eyes.

 

At this time, Sylvester spoke right away.

 

“So I prepared this.”

 

“What are you preparing for?”

 

“I told you I’ll make you like me.”

 

“Is…that so?”

 

“So…”

 

Sylvester took something out of his arms.

 

It was a thick bunch of paper.

 

While wondering what this was, Sylvester opened his mouth.

 

“I made a plan.”

 

“….”

 

This man. 

 

He must have been really crazy. 

 

*****

 

Sylvester’s plan was really detailed.

 

He divided it into several categories to see what he has to do and how I will react when he does it.

 

What stands out among them is ‘Suggesting the first dance’. It must have been such a big shock for him when I and Callian to dance for the first dance

 

“By the way, you didn’t write down the case where I refused to dance, did you?”

 

Why did such a meticulous person not think of the number of cases when I turned it down?

 

When I asked, Sylvester replied.

 

“You will accept it.”

 

“Hey, what do you see me as? I don’t agree with it—”

 

“I’ll give you money.”

 

“When should we go?”

 

Sylvester was a person who really knew me well.

 

“How much will you give me?”

 

“As much as you want.”

 

My eyes sparkled without realizing it.

 

What do you mean, as much as I want? 

 

How much should I say?

  

 

I think 50 gold coins would be enough, right?

 

I’m not such a robber, am I?

 

Badump, badump. 

 

The heart beating with capitalism moved rapidly.

 

When I was excited like this, Sylvester slowly opened his lips.

 

“So, Ophelia.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“If I give you money, will you keep your marriage with me longer?”

 

I was shaken for a moment.

 

As I said, it’s a heart that beats capitalism.

 

However, I quickly regained my reason.

 

I had to get a divorce.

 

Therefore, Sylvester’s heart had to be rejected.

 

This couldn’t be helped.

 

If it’s for me to live, and not to get involved in this original story!

 

So I answered carefully.

 

“No.
That’s a bit…”

 

“You’re determined.”

 

Sylvester frowned slightly by loosening his tie.

 

“Do you like the damn Crown Prince that much?”

 

“Argh, really!”

 

I jumped up and shouted.

 

“I think I’ve said no a hundred times!”

 

“You said it about five times.”

 

“I mean that.”

 

“There’s a bit of a difference.
Hundreds of times and five times are completely different.”

 

“It’s not important! We’re not just sitting here to talk about this! Are we?”

 

“Yeay.”

 

Sylvester answered obediently.

 

I stood in front of him as he was sitting on the bed and glanced at him.

 

“Anyway, I don’t like His Highness the Crown Prince.
That’s never the reason why I’m trying to divorce.
Okay? Don’t misunderstand me!”

 

Sylvester blinked slowly. 

 

He seemed to try to understand me.

 

“So.”

 

Sylvester said with a slightly narrowed forehead.

 

“Did you decide to get a divorce to live in peace?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“Is it because you don’t want to be involved in politics?”

 

“Yes.” 

 

Sylvester crossed his arms.

 

“Then—”

 

He pondered for a moment, then said. 

 

“If I quickly stabilize the political world, there will be no reason to divorce me.”

 

Huh? 

 

I tilted my head. 

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

Sylvester pulled my arm with a smile.
Suddenly, my body intervened between his knees.

 

“So, if I put the 2nd Prince on the throne, everything will be stabilized.
I’ll do that.” 

 

He looked up at me holding my arms.

 

I swallowed my dry saliva.

 

“You, what is your real reason for supporting the 2nd Prince?”

 

“I told you.”

 

Sylvester answered right away.

 

“He has what I can’t have.”

 

I narrowed my eyes. 

 

“You won’t tell me what it is, right?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“You’re so rude.”

 

“I can hear it.
But you’re cute.”

 

He replied with a smile.

 

No, well.

 

I didn’t even do anything cute.

 

Tsk. 

 

But I feel good to hear that I’m cute.

 

I smiled and glanced at Sylvester.

 

At that moment, the grown-up shadow of a flickering lamp touched his face.

 

The high bridge of the nose and the shadows cast on the thick lips seemed to beckon to me.

 

Just give up to Sylvester at this point.

 

‘I can’t.’

 

I’ve come to my senses.

 

No matter how handsome Sylvester is, 

 

And even though Sylvester says he has a lot of money,

 

I can’t! 

 

If Sylvester says he doesn’t support Largo, things will change a little then.

 

But he is unlikely to be.
As he said, there’s something he has to get from Largo. 

 

So there are two things I can choose.

 

I ignore Sylvester and divorce him.

 

Either prevent Sylvester from supporting Largo.

 

I don’t know what to choose yet, so I’m thinking of doing both.

 

I thought so and looked down at Sylvester.

 

“There’s a banquet at Count Cardel.”

 

“So?”

 

“I don’t know why, but if you come, the 2nd Prince will also come.
So, please attend with me.”

 

Hmm. 

 

Sylvester raised his head. 

 

“What about the first dance?”

 

Ah, really. 

 

I gritted my teeth and answered.

 

“Let’s dance.
Dance.
Just dance 100 times.”

 

Sylvester smiled brightly at what I said.

 

“100 times.
You promised.”

 

Wow, how can you be so clueless?

 

I wanted to applaud this man for his lack of sense.

 

Clap clap clap. 

 

“It’s better to sleep now.”

 

Whether or not he knows how I feel, Sylvester said, pulling my arm a little more towards him.

 

“Come here.
Let’s sleep together.”

 

H, huh? 

 

Does he want to sleep together? 

 

A cold sweat broke out.

 

“I…don’t want to?”

 

“You don’t want to?”

 

Sylvester looked up at me with his eyes drooping.

 

“Really?”

 

“….”

 

“Are you really going to throw me away and sleep?”

 

No, looking at me with such a pitiful expression makes me feel weak—.

 

“Oh my!”

 

Taking advantage of the time I was shaking like this, Sylvester hugged me and laid me down on the bed.

 

“Ah, really!”

 

I struggled.
Then Sylvester, who was holding my body tightly, said.

 

“Do you hate it?”

 

Our eyes met. 

 

Looking at his innocent and pitiful eyes, I couldn’t say no to him.

 

Whoa—.
He really seems like a sneaky man.

 

Whoo. I let go of the strength I had given my body by exhaling.

 

Then Sylvester smiled brightly and hugged me more.

 

“Your body is so soft, it feels good to hug it.”

 

He said, buried his face on the back of my neck.

 

“Good night.
Sweet dreams.”

 

He’s so good at making me goosebumps like this! 

 

With my eyes closed, I just wanted Sylvester to fall asleep quickly.

 

Because I thought I wouldn’t be able to sleep if he didn’t.