My Ex-Husband Came Back Crazy - Chapter 59

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Episode 59
Chapter 6. A Lull
The cryptic conversation left an unsettling taste, but the auction itself had proven worthwhile.
Celia rather enjoyed auctions.
Especially on days like today, when she’d acquired what she wanted.
“Do you like it?”
Beside the Amber Gemstone Necklace she’d aimed for lay a sapphire necklace, its elegant length crowned with the name Blue Lorel—this piece had apparently been the auction’s centerpiece.
What surprised her was that Lucius had entered the bidding the moment he’d examined the item.
The price climbed steadily, and she imagined the seller who’d put it up would be moved to tears by the final sum.
“It’s exactly the color of your eyes.”
Lucius withdrew the necklace from its case and held it beside her face.
She hadn’t thought of that.
“You’ve given me three gifts now. All three are necklaces.”
Even the one she wore today was something he’d purchased for her before.
Lucius answered with a faint smile, moving behind her neck.
“Let’s try it on you.”
His slow fingers brushed her nape, avoiding her hair, and cool metal met warm skin at once.
A soft click sounded as the clasp released.
Carefully, he removed the first necklace he’d ever given her.
“You have a long neck. Necklaces suit you well.”
The cool sapphire settled below her collarbone, and as his fingers secured the clasp, Celia naturally tilted her chin upward slightly.
He lowered his gaze to confirm the stone’s position, and she felt his breath distinctly over her shoulder.
“Yes, it’s beautiful.”
……
“Look around a bit longer. I’ll go settle the payment and return.”
Celia nodded vaguely while studying the sapphire, which cost as much as several estates.
Should she give him something in return?
‘He asked me before if there was anything I wanted, but I never answered.’
Celia, who lacked a gift for expressing gratitude, eventually decided to give him something. The setting happened to be perfect—the Auction House itself.
While Lucius explained the payment method to a servant, Celia glanced at the other items on display.
For courtesy’s sake, it seemed she should fill his empty hands a little further.
‘Nothing particularly appeals to me.’
A Landscape Painting by some famous artist. A Wall Hanging Tapestry. A Navigation Map. An Ancient War Hero’s Weapon. Port berthing rights of negligible value. And so on.
All of it was useless to Lucius.
“Sorry to keep you waiting. What are you looking at so intently—oh.”
Lucius had just finished settling the payment and approached her warmly, only to be called away; at the sound of his name, he grimaced with a smile. An elderly gentleman seemed to need him for some business matter.
“Go ahead if you’re busy.”
“Hmm… Would you come with me?”
“I’ll stay here.”
As if he’d expected that answer, he hesitated for a moment before saying he’d return shortly and left.
“I don’t think there’s much else worth seeing here.”
Once the auction ended, the hall grew quiet.
Celia, unsuccessful in her search for a gift, picked up apple juice instead of wine.
“Madam.”
Then, someone approached the now-solitary Celia.
She’d expected a woman from the quiet footsteps, yet a man’s voice reached her nearby.
Celia turned and quickly identified him with a nod.
“Lord Farenheit.”
He smiled broadly, rubbing the back of his neck as if delighted.
It was a rather swift encounter since the Eures Hall incident. For someone like Celia, who rarely frequented society after marrying Lucius, it was notable.
“I… hope you’ve been well?”
“Well enough, I suppose…”
“Ah, haha. I see.”
With fingers interlaced, he hesitated for some time before carefully asking,
“Would you mind sparing me a moment, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble?”
What on earth did he want to discuss?
Farenheit stood before Celia unable to meet her gaze directly. He lowered and raised his head repeatedly, adjusting his angle several times, while his hand fidgeted aimlessly with the rim of a wine glass.
“Do you remember when we first met?”
Finally, he managed to squeeze the words out.
“Of course.”
Farenheit’s expression brightened somewhat at her reply.
“We first met in the spring when I was fourteen.”
……What?
Not after she’d been nominated as a Fiancé Candidate? Noticing the oddity, Celia raised one eyebrow.
“To celebrate the birth of the Imperial Grandson, I visited the Empire with my father. I first saw you at a party that night.”
He continued, his words searching for the memory, layered with detailed descriptions.
To be frank, Celia didn’t remember a single boy from that day.
The party had been filled with dozens of children her age, and the only person she remembered was Lucius—because he’d left her with an intense and irritating impression.
“It’s such a precious memory for me.”
At this point, Celia opened her mouth wordlessly, searching for something to say.
What on earth had happened?
“I can’t forget a single moment of it.”
Though she disappointed him by offering no recollection, she genuinely had no memory to offer.
It wasn’t a failure of her memory. Rather, he simply wasn’t the sort of person one would remember.
After the Eures Hall incident, her opinion of Farenheit had soured, and she regarded him coolly now.
“So it was.”
Nevertheless, the socially trained self instilled by House of Brickwell reacted first.
Concealing her distaste, Celia affirmed his words and played along.
“You remember. I was so young then. I’d dreamed of becoming a hero who saved a princess, but when I couldn’t be that, I wished to grow up as quickly as possible.”
“…?”
“I’ve regretted for so long that I couldn’t be of help to you then. But it’s different now. If you wish it, I can help you whenever you need.”
What was he going on about?
Help? Regret?
She’d strained to recall her fourteenth year, but all she could conjure was the memory of fighting with Lucius.
But the impatient Celia simply spoke without much thought.
“Yes. If you ever need help—”
“Celia!”
To add a fresh assessment: Farenheit was the sort of person Celia found most tedious. While far more stable than the occasionally reckless Lucius, his humorless temperament was the problem.
“I truly want to become someone capable, someone who can genuinely help others.”
So if he wanted to study life philosophy, she could certainly recommend a decent professor. A few names sketched themselves in her mind.
“I’m so grateful that you acknowledge my efforts, Celia!”
Whatever his intent, Celia had already lost interest. She set down her empty glass. Instead, she scanned the table and found something light to nibble on. Among the small finger foods, a pastry the size of her palm caught her eye.
Without much thought, she picked it up, curious about this unfamiliar treat.
“Actually, there’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for quite some time.”
“Go ahead.”
The moment she took a bite of the pastry.
“If you would only listen, Celia—”
“Ugh!”
A nauseating smell flooded her senses, and her body convulsed reflexively. Celia clamped her hand over her mouth.
Farenheit’s words cut off mid-sentence. His presence instantly faded into the background.
‘What… is this?’
Clamping a handkerchief over her mouth, Celia squeezed her eyes shut.
Good heavens. She’d thought it was a sweet pastry, but it was a Kidney Pie—filled with liver and kidney.
Just as Celia’s face hardened with revulsion.
“Oh my!! The Consort!”
“Could it be…!”
The hall erupted into chaos in an instant.
Startled voices rang out, and all eyes converged on her at once.
Only Celia, who’d inadvertently bitten into beef offal, kept gulping down water, her expression betraying belated alarm at the sudden commotion.

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