My Ex-Husband Came Back Crazy - Chapter 92

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Chapter 92
Chapter 10. Contentment (2)
Lucius Windmere learned things quickly. Whether it was work that demanded intellect or exertion of the body.
But was it not cheating that he excelled at this too?
‘……Why always me.’
After that stretch of time, endless as eternity, she found herself before the gaze of a sated predator.
He wrung out the towel dipped in lukewarm water with effortless ease.
The towel—which must have taken the labor of several hands to produce—slowly erased all trace of him.
Celia, watching from the corner of her eye, caught her breath. She took back her comparison to a sated predator.
That was not the look of satiation, but of unsated hunger.
From his slack arms to his torso to his ankles—his gaze remained covetous the entire time.
“You… you.”
“Oh dear, my throat. Shall I have some water?”
Loathsome creature!
He’d been so merciless and willful just before, and now he came with tender affection?
Lucius traced her swollen lip with his thumb, then drew water into his own mouth.
With her head pinned to the pillow, too drained even to move, she parted her lips as he poured the water in—her scorched throat forced her to swallow like a fledgling, and he began to toy with her lips again, grinning.
“Back away a little.”
“Mm? No.”
Why the coquetry… it didn’t suit him at all.
He closed his eyes in a pleased smile, rubbing his cheek against her skin like a cat against its owner—as a bonus.
“Sleepy?”
“Don’t know…….”
“Not hungry?”
Was she supposed to bring food in the middle of the night?
Celia turned her head sharply away, burying her face in the pillow instead of answering. Lucius gently combed through her tangled hair and pressed a kiss to her damp nape.
‘He looks like he’s in a very good mood.’
She wasn’t faring too badly herself, so she simply kept her mouth firmly shut.
Ah, that reminds her—contraceptive pills. She needed to take those, but……. Of course, there was no way they’d be here.
‘I’m tired.’
A yawn.
She opened her mouth in a wide circle as she exhaled, surrendering to exhaustion.
She’d ask him to remind her later. There was nothing complicated about it. For now, she was tired and needed sleep.
Celia pulled a pillow to herself nearly as large as her own body and squeezed her drowsy eyes shut.
“Are you going to sleep?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Can I sleep here too?”
“Do as you please.”
She answered in her half-dreaming haze.
When soft snoring sounds began to escape her lips, Lucius took the pillow from her arms and took its place. Celia, soundly asleep, wouldn’t learn of this until morning came the next day.
***
She had recovered.
Celia sat at her desk for the first time in ages, and as if to compensate for the days spent bedridden, she laid out her thesis with the utmost gravity of a scholar.
How best to kill Chloe Larendel so that it would be spoken of as well-executed.
‘This is the first woman who’s made the guillotine not seem frightening to me.’
The anticipation thrilled her so much her heart tingled. She pressed her hands together and whispered like a prayer to a god she didn’t even believe in.
‘Please, let me return this thrill to that damned woman.’
The unfortunate truth was that being noble did not lighten the crime of murder.
She would likely face trial in the Aristocratic Council and forfeit her life much the same as a commoner—whether by hanging, asset seizure, or whatever fitting punishment awaited.
She was aware of this.
She was only aware of it.
‘Should I handle it cleanly with my own hands and follow after her?’
But she didn’t want to make such a sacrifice for that woman. There was a risk that after committing the act, she would convince herself with relief: ‘Ah, how refreshing. Such sacrifice was necessary…….’ So Celia swiftly abandoned the thought.
“Come to think of it, Lucius hasn’t asked about the accident.”
And her thoughts drifted to Lucius, who had returned to the field days later.
He hadn’t questioned her about this incident. Perhaps he believed it to be an unfortunate accident caused by falling rocks?
“After all, no matter how mad that woman is, I can’t even imagine her being so unhinged as to tamper with someone else’s wheels.”
Celia tapped the edge of the paper with her pen nib.
She couldn’t ask Lucius about this or consult with him.
That man would certainly help her. Burying Chloe Larendel from society would be easy for him. Lucius would surely do it with perfect elegance and without a flaw.
‘But that alone won’t suffice.’
Just as she had kept the Fahrenheit matter secret, Celia decided to keep this silent as well.
“Well then, let me finish this first.”
She picked up her pen again. The letter was addressed to Evandor.
Unlike the upright Lucius, he was someone who could understand her anger in full and act accordingly.
“I’ll just tell him everything that happened.”
Flowing script blossomed across the white paper.
In the process, she realized it was time to write to her father as well.
“Father will ask for information from House of Windmere.”
Last time, regarding the bridge construction project, she had handed over roughly public matters. Information that he would naturally learn of later, even if she hadn’t passed it along.
What would be good this time? She seemed to prefer information related to the Albion Bridge. Celia tapped her desk thoughtfully.
But since it was an important project for Lucius, perhaps a different direction would be better.
“That House of Windmere sold off its iron ore should be sufficient.”
In truth, she felt no guilt over secretly taking out a single Logistics Commission Document and giving it to her father.
If it could save her house and her family, that much was trivial. Only one thing troubled her: once she handed over that document, her father—having lost his purpose with House of Windmere—would divorce her.
‘When did I start worrying about this.’
She dripped ink onto the blank paper, tap-tap, and frowned.
Holding out without surrendering evidence of treason because she didn’t want to be divorced—she never dreamed she’d commit such folly of her own accord.
“Still, I should at least go and retrieve it.”
She couldn’t leave it there forever. With a sigh, she opened and closed her eyes.
Once Celia finished writing her letter to Evandor, she called for Anne and prepared for an outing.
And that afternoon.
Celia returned safely, without any hindrance, carrying not only the Logistics Commission Document but also the Divorce Papers that could no longer be ignored.
The documents she brought back were carefully placed inside a chest she kept separately.
In a safe that could not be opened unless someone forced it—precious and secure.
***
Evandor took Celia’s letter in hand and immediately strode from the room.
Liam, who had been taking tea with him, rushed after him asking what the matter was, but Evandor had no time to answer before he stood before Edmund’s study.
His knuckles trembled with fury as he knocked on the door.
“Enter.”
Only after the low, quiet permission fell did Evandor open the door.
“Father.”
Edmund Brickwell sat beyond the broad desk.
As always, moving through the heavy air, Evandor stepped forward as if under his father’s sanction.
“It seems to be urgent, given that you’ve come seeking me.”
Evandor swallowed dryly and bowed his head.
“I’ve come to ask that you dissolve the engagement with Chloe Larendel.”
Edmund raised an eyebrow.
“That woman tried to kill my sister.”
He’d thought her unhinged and let it pass, but she’d gone ahead and caused an accident.
Evandor clenched his teeth. The moment Edmund gave his permission, he planned to summon all the servants and begin arrangements.
But shortly after, Edmund opened his mouth.
“But she lived, didn’t she.”
“……Yes?”
Confusion spilled from Evandor’s lips as he offered the letter Celia had sent directly.
“Father.”
“She didn’t die.”
“Brickwell was attacked!”
“Yes. So leave that letter with me. I’ll have something to gain from Marquis Larendel with this. And I shall take measures to ensure such a thing doesn’t happen again.”
At his father’s flat demeanor, Evandor barely suppressed a hollow laugh.
What is this?
Evandor had always respected and dutifully followed his father. Celia was no different.
His rewards and punishments were always clear, and this made the children of Brickwell cling to his affection. He readily bestowed his love in accordance with the achievements they brought him.
“I shall handle it ‘adequately’ myself.”
Then those words meant——.
Since Celia had failed to deliver anything of value, there was no longer meaning in taking care of her.
“And Liam.”
Edmund tore his gaze from the letter and turned it toward Liam, who had just entered the study behind Evandor.
“It’s time for you to become engaged as well.”
“Ah, Father?”
Evandor had always thought this.
Though his manner was somewhat cold, Edmund loved them.
“I’ve found an appropriate match for you. Make your preparations.”
But in this moment, all hope, all expectation, all justification for every moment of Evandor’s obedience to him shattered.

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