Duc, S'il te plaît, arrête parce que ça fait mal - Chapitre 84

The story had quickly switched to gather around Baroness Nisser and Marchioness Nibeia. Although the Salon Party seemed to appear like a playground for the ladies to enjoy their boring afternoon, the reality of it was much more different in essence.

There was actually a small domain that had been the center of the story, which was being discussed by the group of wives. Fashion, trade and even scandals. There was always the topic of power which entailed within them. Plus, it was the Marchioness of Nibeia who had been using it actively to move forward.

The Marchioness eventually allowed the atmosphere to gradually subside, as it was no longer exhilarating the floor.

When the party had soon come towards an end, Molitia immediately thanked the Marchioness gently.

“I really enjoyed my time here.”

The Marchioness of Nibeia smiled gracefully at Molitia’s polite felicitations. During their little conversation in regards to the teacup from before, she was able to talk a lot with the Duchess of Linerio. What seemed to surprise her the most was definitely Molitia’s unexpected intelligence.

She had already known some of the little stories, which wouldn’t interest most of the ordinary young people. en outre, she was also well versed with the matters of other countries, which were completely not within the Empire. This then, had deemed her to be interesting in the eyes of the Marchioness herself.

“I was very happy to share my views with you just now. Si cela ne te dérange pas, may I invite you again next time?"

“As much as you like, Marchioness Nibeia.”

The result turned out as it had been anticipated. This had also meant that she would be inviting Molitia frequently to her upcoming salon parties. Molitia immediately nodded happily in response.

As soon as she got out of the salon, she was overwhelmed with fatigue all of a sudden. Indubitablement, her long outing was quite detrimental to her own health.

Molitia had barely managed to walk away by thinking of that soft bed in the bedroom back home.

Pour un moment, she even thought that she was seeing things due to vertigo. néanmoins, she was startled to see that particular someone who was still there despite blinking for several times already.

“…Raven?"

“I’m here to celebrate your debut as the Duchess.”

He was waiting right in front of the carriage when he started approaching Molitia. Puis, he presented her a small bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolate.

The sudden gift had immediately sealed Molitia’s mouth. It may have been just a coincidence, but the chocolate that was already in her arms was that rare kind, the one which had made her overlook the bitter taste of the Count’s medicine.

“You can just do this at home, pourtant…"

Molitia was blushing up to her cheeks while she was saying so. The fog that was confusing her mind seemed like it had already been lifted up.

“Lyndon had some business to attend to.”

"Que lui est-il arrivé?"

Raven’s expression suddenly turned displeased as Molitia’s eyes were looking for someone else. He clearly disliked his wife’s behavior of looking for another man over himself that was already there with her.

“Why are you even looking for him?"

“I came with him before, mais maintenant, I can’t even catch a glimpse of him. I’m just worried that he might still be waiting outside for me in this kind of cold.”

"Tu n'as pas à trop t'inquiéter. There was an urgent business, which was why I had sent him off first.”

Raven stated while thinking of Lyndon, who might still be circling around the moor. He had already heard everything from the butler before. When his mind had thought of Lyndon, his eyes immediately froze up, but the moment his eyes laid upon Molitia herself, his gaze quickly melted down—just like those tender snow.

“Your hands are actually much colder than that. That’s why I have to get you home soon.”

“Ra—no, Duc. Please wait….”

Molitia was almost forced into the carriage. There was a sudden waft of steam that permeated in the carriage itself.

The carriage was entirely different from what she thought would be infused with cold air as it had been left outside for quite a long time. How could this possibly be? néanmoins, Molitia then took a seat in the carriage while still hugging those flowers and chocolates tightly.