About Becoming My Ex-Husband's Mistress - Chapter 68

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Chapter 68. Reunion
The moment Viscount Berlbering’s gaze met mine, the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile.
“I keep only one mistress, you know. Why don’t you give it a try and have a conversation with me?”
‘But she clearly said she didn’t want a mistress…’
A sigh escaped me unbidden.
“That won’t do, I’m afraid.”
“Not to your taste? Then what about this one? Count Serengeti. He’s married, a bit older, and keeps five mistresses.”
The man he pointed to next had a slight belly but possessed a robust frame. He appeared to be in his mid-thirties.
The moment our eyes met, he licked his lips.
“He spends lavishly and has considerable wealth. He’s quite the lecher, but with five mistresses to attend to, he won’t have much time to bother you.”
This was the worst option yet.
“Isn’t there anyone else?”
“What about The King himself? He originally kept fourteen mistresses, but for the past few years he’s kept only the young lady of Count Bilsty, and recently Olivia joined. And it seems he’s taken some interest in you as well?”
“The King absolutely will not do. I don’t wish to incur Olivia’s hatred.”
“Olivia will understand. A man as great as The King cannot be satisfied by one woman alone. Who knows? You might become queen. Besides, he’s quite handsome and impressive, isn’t he?”
Objectively speaking, it was true that he was handsome. But to my eyes, he was not.
Above all, he was someone I could never fall in love with.
A man who had spent countless nights with Melissa Bilsty as my lover?
I would rather die by curse.
“I absolutely refuse, Madame Laber.”
At my firm rejection, Madame Laber grumbled softly.
“Tsk, how finicky for a commoner. How could someone like you ever have an audience with The King?”
A sigh escaped me once more.
“Madame Laber, I can hear you.”
“Never mind that. Right now, if you just lift a finger, investments will come pouring in.”
Now I understood—she was planning to sell me to secure substantial business investments.
Of course, I had anticipated being sold once she mentioned expanding the Salon. But what should be sold was my skill, not my body.
I shook my head.
At that, Madame Laber pouted.
“Then you choose first. Is there no man here who catches your fancy?”
For a moment, my gaze drifted to Luderne Sellen. But soon a bitter smile escaped me.
“First of all, I don’t like men who already have another woman.”
“What? Then are you aiming for a legitimate position?”
“That’s not it. In any case, there doesn’t seem to be anyone suitable here.”
Madame Laber fell silent for a moment.
I thought she had finally given up, and relief washed over me, but then her lips curved upward sharply.
“My goodness… you cunning little cat. Your mouth says one thing, but your body speaks the truth? And your eyes are brimming with ambition?”
“…I beg your pardon?”
Confused, I widened my eyes, and Madame Laber laughed with satisfaction.
“As it happens, there is someone who is quite unattached. He’s made it abundantly clear he needs no mistress. And what you and I want align perfectly.”
I had no idea who she was talking about.
But Madame Laber swept her gaze up and down my figure with a smirk.
“He’s quite a difficult man, so he might refuse, but since you’re currently receiving attention from the nobility, I’ll give it a try. If I succeed, you’ll have a good conversation with him, won’t you?”
Madame Laber tapped my shoulder lightly and stepped away from my side.
The way her hips swayed as she walked seemed unusual, so I kept my eyes on Madame Laber.
‘Good heavens!’
When I saw where she was heading, I nearly dropped the cocktail glass in my hand.
The man facing Madame Laber was Luderne Sellen.
It seemed Madame Laber had sensed my gaze with uncanny intuition.
I tensed terribly.
I couldn’t tell what she was saying, but Madame Laber accompanied her words with animated gestures. However, Luderne Sellen seemed utterly uninterested.
Soon, Madame Laber shrugged her shoulders and returned to where I stood.
“Ah, he really is a difficult man.”
I exhaled a breath of relief inwardly.
“He’s far too elevated in station. It seems there’s no one suitable by my standards here today, so I’ll reconsider next time.”
“What are you saying? That man has no woman. Besides, he’s unmarried.”
“A commoner like me has no business meeting someone of his caliber.”
“Even so, that’s no reason to give up without even greeting him once when you’re both enjoying the same party.”
Madame Laber seized my hand and pulled me forward.
“Go have a drink with him and have a conversation. I didn’t expect him to come today, so I hadn’t planned for it, but after all, the greatest investor is Prince Wintem.”
At those words, a faint hope stirred within me.
“…He said he’d have a conversation?”
“No, he’s not interested at all. But go greet him anyway and keep plying him with drinks. Who knows? Perhaps history that will endure for ages might be written in the haze of alcohol?”
When I resisted, Madame Laber began pushing me forward by the back.
“Why are you resisting so much? Are you trying to embarrass me?”
Unable to help it, I relaxed my body. Then Madame Laber, as if she’d been waiting, pulled my hand forward again.
At that moment, applause erupted. Olivia’s song had just ended.
When I stood before Madame Laber and Luderne Sellen, he was sharing drinks with Brissel Mohr.
“Hehehehe. Your Highness Prince Wintem, I’ve brought the woman you asked to meet earlier.”
Luderne Sellen’s brow furrowed slightly.
As a result, I found myself instinctively hiding behind Madame Laber.
“I thought today we’d be discussing business, not women.”
His tone was thoroughly exasperated.
Then, as if she’d understood something, Madame Laber’s eyes widened. She spoke without blinking an eye, as if she’d cast an iron mask over her face.
“Business! Exactly! That’s precisely why I’m doing this—I want to discuss business matters seriously with Your Highness. Hehehehe.”
Madame Laber pulled my hand and positioned me directly in front of Luderne Sellen.
“The woman I wanted to introduce is the main designer of Laverre Salon. She’s a very important resource in the business field I’m hoping to invest in, so wouldn’t it be good to have a conversation with her?”
Only then did Luderne Sellen’s gaze turn toward me.
It was a reunion that came only after more than a month had passed.
Precisely because I was so sensitive to him, I felt the fragrance I had missed so dearly.
The moment I met his jewel-like eyes—deep and crimson as blood—my breath caught and my heart raced wildly.
My lower abdomen tightened. Heat rose through me.
It was not a symptom of the curse.
My body, so familiar with him, simply reacted on instinct.
I forced strength into my trembling legs. If I relaxed even slightly, I would collapse where I stood.
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As Melissa Bilsty approached Countess Dora’s Town House, she could not conceal her bewilderment.
The first thing she heard was Olivia’s singing.
Melissa Bilsty and Count Veloda Genoma crouched low, observing the guests attending Countess Dora’s party without being noticed.
Those who had sent letters canceling their attendance, those who had not attended without sending cancellation letters, and those who had refused the invitation from the start—all had gathered to listen to Olivia’s song.
“To not find a name. To never reclaim it.”
It was precisely the song Melissa Bilsty despised most.
Soon, thunderous applause shattered the night sky.
“What are they doing? How infuriating.”
Melissa Bilsty muttered curses, then bit her lip until blood threatened to draw. The more she observed through the opera glasses, the more her irritation festered.
It was worse because Zerox was visible among those enjoying the party.
Zerox clinked his glass with Olivia after she finished singing. Olivia’s eyes sparkled as she smiled brightly.
The warm atmosphere of their conversation sent a surge of rage through Melissa Bilsty’s chest.
It was not merely Olivia—the fact that Zerox had so carelessly broken his promise filled her with such betrayal that her teeth ground together.
“When will you take care of her?”
Count Veloda Genoma only sighed without answering.
When Melissa Bilsty’s gaze turned sharp, he finally admitted reluctantly.
“After the day she won, Madame Laber apparently moved her practice studio to an entirely different location.”
“Where is it?”
“No one knows.”
Melissa Bilsty was dumbfounded.
After all that effort, pressing close and talking so earnestly that day, it had all become useless.
Not only was it disappointing, but Count Veloda Genoma appeared utterly incompetent.
“It will simply take time. His Majesty may grow weary of her first.”
Count Veloda Genoma raised the opera glasses to survey the party, then lifted one corner of his mouth.
“It seems he’s already wandering eyes.”
At those words, Melissa Bilsty quickly surveyed the party again. As Count Veloda Genoma said, Zerox’s gaze was directed elsewhere.
With an atmosphere similar to when he looked at her or Olivia.
“Who on earth is he looking at….”
Melissa Bilsty murmured to herself, confirming Zerox’s line of sight, then closed her mouth.
It was Count Veloda Genoma who spoke what Melissa Bilsty had seen.
“It appears Prince Wintem has come as well. And the woman in front of him is ‘Priscilla,’ the main designer of Laverre Salon. They seem to be in conversation, but is His Majesty perhaps looking at Prince Wintem?”
People were stealing glances at the two.
Luderne Sellen’s expression was unreadable, while the main designer of Laverre Salon appeared tense.

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