Don’T Get Caught By Your Husband! [EN]: Chapter 47

Don’t Get Caught by Your Husband! 47. Always Through Others’ Mouths

#47. Always Through Others’ Mouths

2024.04.16.

That afternoon, after a good rest, Belladona was strolling through the villa’s garden when she heard someone running toward her.

The man reached her quickly, bowed deeply, and exclaimed, “Madam, I apologize for my discourtesy!”

*Who is it?*

As she stared, Graham, catching his breath, looked up.

He looked like he’d been training in the temporary training grounds and rushed out as soon as he saw her.

*It’s Graham.*

Belladona gave him a gentle smile and shook her head.

Graham, studying her face, spoke again with a worried expression. “You seemed to drink quite a bit last night while entertaining me… Seeing you come down so late, I was worried you had a terrible hangover all night.”

*Ah, that’s not why I came down late…*

Belladona awkwardly smiled and shook her head again.

“Pardon? You gave the Madam alcohol?” Hazel, who had followed Graham, asked in surprise.

“Quiet, you little brat. Why did you follow me instead of training?”

“I came to greet the Madam as well. Did you sleep well, Madam?”

Belladona nodded and gave Hazel a perfect smile.

Hazel bowed to her with the reverence of receiving a blessing from the Vatican.

After a moment, he raised his head again and said, “By the way, the Commander seems to be overflowing with energy today. He only oversaw the morning training for a short while before going in, but the entire knight order is exhausted.”

“That guy is always full of energy.”

“No! It was worse today. He has so much work to do, yet he even oversaw the training…”

*He was overflowing with energy today too…? Is he really the same person who stayed up all night with me and didn’t get much sleep?*

It was a fresh reminder of just how impressive his stamina was.

“That guy seems busy enough to have two bodies. Well, he said he has to go back to Griblatum soon, so I understand him pushing himself.”

Belladona, who had been secretly recalling the previous night, perked up at Graham’s words.

*Escalion has to return to Griblatum…?*

Hazel, noticing Belladona’s surprised expression, hesitated before speaking. “Ah… It’s not definite yet. He might just be visiting very briefly, very quickly. After all, the Lord can’t leave his territory empty for too long.”

“No! He said he’s not coming back this time. That’s why he bothered to bring the Griblatum knights all the way here. If he were staying, would he have brought the knights to this safe Cirellenia villa?”

“Ugh, seriously!” Hazel elbowed Graham hard in the ribs for speaking so bluntly.

Surely, it would be better to hear such news directly from one’s husband, not from others.

“Ouch!”

“That’s why you always get scolded by your wife! You have no tact!”

“What? Why are you suddenly bringing that up? Did I say something wrong?”

Belladona, who had been blankly watching the two, quickly composed herself, reverting to her usual calm and benevolent demeanor.

She smiled as if nothing was wrong and gestured slightly behind her. “Can I go now…?”

Hazel, realizing her intention, quickly nodded and said, “Ah, yes! Please, carry on, Madam. We’ll head back to the training grounds now.”

“I’m not finished talking yet! Madam, what I said last night…”

“Ugh! Let’s go, let’s go! Can’t you see the Madam is busy?”

“She doesn’t look very busy…”

“Please, stop it!” Hazel clamped his hand over Graham’s mouth and began to drag him away.

Belladona turned her back to them and headed back toward the villa.

*He has to return to Griblatum. I wanted to hear what that meant directly from him.*

“Oh? Madam? You’re back so soon? I was just about to go out with a hat because the sunlight seems a bit strong,” Cindy, who was coming out through the lobby, asked with a puzzled expression.

Belladona gave her a quick nod and strode up the stairs.

*…It’s always like this.*

Belladona thought.

Escalion rarely tells me his stories.

The story of deciding to come to Cirellenia together, the story of the knights visiting Cirellenia, past stories, even Scarlett’s story, and the story that he will soon return to Griblatum…!

He was a man from whom I had never initiated a conversation.

*Will I always have to hear his stories through other people’s mouths in the future?*

Belladona, climbing the stairs, paused and looked down at her hand holding the railing.

The diamond ring sparkling on her ring finger suddenly felt meaningless.

Sometimes she felt so close to him that her heart felt full, but at other times the distance between them was so clear that everything felt like her imagination.

“Haa…”

Belladona, who had climbed to the third floor in one breath, turned without hesitation and walked toward his office.

Knock knock!

“Come in.”

When she heard a low voice from inside, she roughly pushed the door open.

She saw Escalion, who was sitting at his desk reading documents, raise his head in surprise.

His golden eyes quickly filled with surprise and delight.

“Bella? What’s wrong?”

Belladona took a deep breath and slowly approached Escalion.

She saw his head gradually rising as she approached him.

Finally, standing close to him, Belladona scanned the desk, looking for paper and a pen.

“You can tell me since no one else is here.”

Belladona, realizing that she was about to start writing, finally spoke in a very soft voice. “Do you have anything to tell me…?”

At Belladona’s cold words, Escalion, sitting in his office chair, felt a chill run down his spine.

It was unfamiliar and frightening to see his infinitely small and gentle wife suddenly appear and give him such a cold look.

Escalion quickly racked his brains and blurted out. “…Tell you?”

“Yes.”

*What do I have to say?*

It could never be to hear the usual cute or beautiful compliments.

If that were the case, her expression wouldn’t be like that.

Escalion swallowed hard and forced the corners of his mouth up.

“It’s not mealtime yet, so it can’t be to have dinner together. I told you in advance that I’m busy, so I wouldn’t have made a separate appointment with my wife. What do I have to say?”

“…”

Instead of answering, Belladona tilted her head slightly and stared down at him.

*Damn it, there is something. I don’t know what it is, but I have something to say.*

Escalion pressed his lips tightly and fell into thought. Belladona, who had been looking down at him, spoke first. “When are you going back?”

“Where to?”

“I heard you’re going back to Griblatum.”

“Ah.”

Escalion sighed briefly. He frowned for a moment as if recalling his schedule, then immediately blurted out. “As early as within this week? Didn’t I tell you?”

“You didn’t. Then… when are you coming back?”

“I probably won’t be able to come back. It was quite a stretch to even come here this time.”

Belladona, confirming his answer, sighed softly and stared at Escalion.

Escalion, with a puzzled look, got up from his seat and walked around the desk toward her.

He gently stroked Belladona’s arms to ease her mood and opened his mouth. “Bella, are you worried that I’ll take you back with me?”

“…”

“Absolutely not. You can stay here as long as you want. And you can fix this villa to your liking as much as you want while you stay here. So don’t worry…”

“I didn’t want to hear that from someone else,” Belladona interrupted Escalion’s words.

“What?”

“I didn’t want to hear the fact that my husband has to return to Griblatum soon from someone other than my husband.”

At Belladona’s small but firm words, Escalion stopped his gentle movements.

“Since I’ve always been sitting quietly without saying anything, you might have really thought of me as a doll or an ornament.”

“Bella, it’s not like that.”

“But I’m your wife, and I want to hear about my husband’s schedule… at least directly from him.”

At her voice, which seemed to contain a hint of sadness, Escalion sighed.

He swept his disheveled hair back and organized his thoughts.

“I didn’t know you were so concerned. I thought it wasn’t an important issue because you wouldn’t be moving to Griblatum anyway.”

“How… how can I not be concerned?”

“This isn’t fun. It’s not an important story *for you*.”

Belladona lost her words and closed her mouth.

*Fun? Important…?* She felt like she wasn’t having a proper conversation with him.

*Aren’t we a couple now? How can you judge the fun and importance of a family story?* After taking a moment to catch her breath, she slowly spoke. “…I decide what’s important to me.”

“Okay. Okay, so don’t get angry. I really can’t get used to you being like this, and I don’t know what to do.”

“…”

“So I’m… not used to sharing a day with someone and sharing trivial stories. I thought I only needed to convey my schedule to my aides or the knights of the knight order.”

Escalion scratched the back of his head and continued with a troubled look. “But now that I have a wife, I know I can’t do this. I know my fault, so can you please ease that scary face? I never dreamed that the gentle saintess had such a terrifying side.”

“…I’m not angry.”

“If that’s not being angry, I’m already afraid of how scary you’ll be when you’re really angry.”

Belladona couldn’t help but relax her expression at him, who was exaggeratingly making a fearful face.

Escalion pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made you worry by not telling you in advance… I realized that while sharing Scarlett’s story just yesterday, but I forgot again.”

“…”

Belladona raised her arms and hugged Escalion’s large back, who was sincerely apologizing to her.

Before she knew it, the resentment she had felt until she came here had disappeared a lot.

Through their close embrace, his low voice echoed.

“As a sign of apology, would you like to tell me what you want? I’ll listen to anything.”

“Anything?”

“Yes, you said you don’t really like jewels or accessories… anyway, tell me what you want.”

Escalion continued to stroke Belladona’s back.

He was willing to do anything if it could ease his wife’s anger.

Belladona answered without a moment’s hesitation. “Then let me go back with you too. I don’t want to be separated from you and live alone here.”