My Contract Husband Demands a Divorce - Chapter 92

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Amarynthis smiled, completely unaware of whose embrace she was resting in.
“You were backing away so much earlier. Why the sudden eagerness?”
“Seeing you fall made my heart stop, my lady. I can only rest easy when I hold you close like this.”
Scheit stroked Amarynthis’s waist with his palm, pulling her even tighter against him.
Amarynthis narrowed her eyes, shooting him a sideways glance, yet she didn’t push him away.
Remaining right there between his legs, she began tending to his wounds.
He sank into deep thought as he looked down at the utterly unsuspecting Amarynthis.
Kildian had rescued Scheit from a destitute household riddled with abuse and violence.
He had granted him a title and wealth, allowing him to enjoy things he had never dreamed of possessing.
That was why he had started serving Kildian, but by any objective or subjective measure, the prince was hardly a good master.
Scheit had to bear the brunt of Kildian’s wrath and serve as a tool for his cruel amusements.
Even when he didn’t want to, he had to stain his hands with blood.
Despite all that, the reason he had never fled was because he believed no one would ever like or want a man like Scheit.
He thought that if he failed to obey, he would tumble straight back down into that living hell.
Yet while Yulisian Kleinheits occupied his body, Scheit had glimpsed a beacon of hope.
People who used to insult him, calling him gloomy and unpleasant, suddenly showed him favor.
Even though the physical shell hadn’t changed at all.
So, while Yulisian used his body, Scheit carefully studied his demeanor and speech patterns.
Solely waiting for the day the man would vanish.
‘It finally fell into my hands.’
Both the goodwill that man had built up with people, and Amarynthis.
Now, he just needed to use these pieces to slip away from Kildian’s grasp.
He felt as though he could accomplish anything. Since he knew the soul-swapping potion actually worked, he could use it to seize anyone’s body.
Whether it was the Pope or the Emperor.
If he desired it, the entire world could be his.
Even Amarynthis, currently in his embrace, was nothing more than one of the many things Scheit could manipulate at his whim.
Scheit reached out and wrapped his hand around her neck.
‘Ah. This texture.’
On their wedding day, he had looked at her and imagined dozens of times, ‘What on earth does that fair skin feel like?’
Whenever they happened to cross paths, his mind would spin just from scanning her face and body.
Yet he hadn’t dared to lay a finger on her back then, constantly walking on eggshells around Kildian and the Rootsild Family. Now, he could touch her as much as he pleased, whenever he wanted.
His mouth went dry, and salivated. Panting softly, he rubbed the nape of her neck with his thumb.
As his hand slid downward, Amarynthis placed her palm against Scheit’s forehead.
“Sharn, I think you have a fever.”
“Can you not just cool it down for me, my lady?”
He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her closer. As Amarynthis lowered her gaze bashfully, her long eyelashes cast shadows over her pale cheeks.
Scheit was scanning her form with a sticky, lingering gaze when a knock on the door interrupted them.
“What is it?”
Having his moment ruined made a sharp tone slip out automatically.
The presence outside hesitated, startled by a manner of speech they hadn’t heard in months.
“The Rootsild Family Head has arrived.”
Hearing that Arpeggio had come caused Scheit’s anger to subside.
He could not display anger to that man, nor should he ever.
Amarynthis cooled her cheeks with the back of her hand and rose from her seat.
“Tell him I’ll be right out!”
Scheit found Arpeggio deeply uncomfortable. The man was wealthy, good-natured, handsome, immensely popular with others, and held a high status.
He was exactly the type Scheit preferred to avoid.
“My lady, I am not feeling well, so…”
“Don’t worry. I’ll explain things to him. Just get some rest.”
Amarynthis patted Scheit’s shoulder and stepped outside.
Apart from his reluctance to meet the man, curiosity gnawed at him regarding what they would discuss.
Hunching his posture out of habit, Scheit crept silently toward the drawing room.
He pressed his ear against the edge of the door.
“Lintis, what on earth happened when you went to the Southern Region? And what is this about a Demonic Beast?”
At Arpeggio’s worried inquiry, Amarynthis began explaining the situation with flustered haste.
Scheit remained crouched by the door for a long time, eavesdropping on the conversation.
Fortunately, no mentions were made about her husband suddenly acting strange.
“Then what was that fall on the stairs today?”
“I felt someone push me from behind, but I didn’t catch a glimpse of their face.”
“You said your husband caught you, right? He might have seen who it was.”
Everything Yulisian had witnessed, Scheit had seen as well.
He knew Melis was the culprit, but he had no intention of speaking up.
‘That woman is infatuated with me, after all.’
How utterly consumed by jealousy she must have been to do such a thing.
Does she really desire me that much?
Remembering her up close, she wasn’t half bad. Scheit recalled Melis Haller attempting to seduce him.
It had certainly stirred his desire.
If Amarynthis was a precious gem obtained through an unmerited stroke of fortune, Melis Haller was like a cheap bracelet bought from a street vendor.
Something he could wear carelessly and discard without any consequences even if it broke.
Scheit swallowed his saliva. He listened to the two of them a little longer.
“Right, how is Sindy doing?”
“She’s finally moving around on crutches now. They say it’ll take about another month for a full recovery.”
“I’m glad to hear she’s healing well, at least.”
Scheit’s brow furrowed. Amarynthis knew far too much to be left alive for long.
Therefore, his plan was to enjoy her company and make use of her before disposing of her entirely.
Once the escorts returned, killing Amarynthis would become exceedingly difficult.
Scheit pondered where he could utilize her most rapidly and efficiently.
Meanwhile, the conversation inside the room was drawing to a close.
To avoid getting caught eavesdropping, Scheit quietly slipped back to his room and lay down.
In the meantime, Amarynthis returned to Scheit’s room after seeing Arpeggio out.
Pretending to be in pain, he remained in bed and grasped Amarynthis’s hand.
“Amarynthis, could you perhaps go to the Kleinheits Mansion and retrieve my notebook for me?”
“By myself?”
“Yes. Today on the balcony, Kildian ordered me to fetch the materials he previously used when researching Demonic Beasts. Come to think of it, the notebook I always keep on my person wasn’t left in the laboratory, so it wouldn’t have burned. He told me to bring that specific one.”
Of course, no such order had been given.
He was simply reluctant to encounter the subordinates of Archduke Yulisian.
Based on the results of the soul-swapping experiment involving a rat and a cat, a soul that entered another body would vanish entirely once it departed from that shell.
Even looking through other cases of possession, there were no records concerning what became of the displaced soul.
It vanishes upon leaving the possessed body.
Though that was his hypothesis, he hadn’t verified the outcome with his own eyes.
What if Archduke Yulisian was still alive and had returned to his own body? It would take a mere instant to expose that the current Scheit was not the same man they had been dealing with.
He could be summarily executed on the spot for the crime of assassinating a member of the imperial family.
He refused to involve himself in anything that might place him in danger.
Sending Amarynthis alone was the safest route.
At the very least, she was not their enemy.
“I think my ribs might be fractured. Moving too much brings quite a bit of pain.”
“Really? Then don’t stand like this; keep lying down. Hmm… I doubt Papilion will hand over the notebook easily, but I’ll try speaking with him.”
“Thank you.”
After finishing her meal, Amarynthis departed from the mansion under the pretext of running an errand.
Scheit lounged comfortably in bed, scanning for a place to flee in order to escape Kildian’s clutches.
Just then, the sound of a carriage echoing outside reached his ears.
‘Is Amarynthis back already…?’
He peeked subtly out the window.
The carriage pulling into the entrance bore neither the seal of the Huniswald Family nor that of Rootsild.
As he hid himself defensively, an unexpected figure stepped down from the vehicle.
It was Melis Haller.
‘Why did that woman come here?’
Scheit remained holed up in his room, monitoring Melis’s movements until the butler arrived to announce her presence.
She looked incredibly anxious, unable to sit still.
After keeping her waiting outside for a considerable time to observe her, he finally spoke to the butler.
“Bring her to the room…”
“Yes, Master.”
Before long, the door to his room swung open.
Scheit sat on the sofa, fixing his gaze upon her.
Wondering what on earth she had come to say.
“Baron…”
The moment their eyes locked, tears welled up in Melis’s eyes. She rushed forward, sitting beside him to check over his body.
“You aren’t hurt, are you?”
When Scheit tried to pull away in surprise, she clung to him even tighter.
“I never intended to harm you, Baron. It’s just, it’s just that I grew so jealous because your eyes were only on that woman…!”
Jealousy. That word made the corners of Scheit’s mouth twitch into an unpleasant smirk.
To think that two women were infatuated with him.
It was an experience like no other in his entire life.

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