Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

Chapter 83

Even though she had said it in a hushed tone, her words were still quite unexpected. Moreover, this was Molitia’s first time as a guest at this party. It wasn’t just because she wasn’t frequent here, it was also due to her contrast with Arjan, who had attended the party several times already.

Arjan then deliberately added her dismay as the buzzing kept on permeating, starting with the people she had met.

“It’s all right. It was my choice to take care of her. Plus, it’s usually fine except for the occasional pain. Please, don’t worry too much.”

Molitia let out a soft sigh. She felt as if she had already located the hotbed of those rumors.

‘You actually did that during my absence.’

Molitia could then slightly grasp the idea why those hated eyes of theirs were like that, and the reason people who had been away from her were lavished. She had guessed it before, but she still failed to understand her feelings when it occurred right in front of her eyes. Molitia gathered the little strength she had to her small hands, which were trembling uncontrollably.

If she were to run away from here, she would not only lose to Arjan, but she would also drag down the reputation of the Duke of Linerio.

Those maids who had taken care of many things for her.

The butler who had seen her off when she departed before.

Even the knight who was in charge of escorting her.

She didn’t want them, whom she really appreciated, to be criticized for being a part of the family by those who didn’t even know the truth at all. Her small set of eyelashes shot up suddenly, albeit trembling—still.

“I’m so sorry, Arjan. Did it hurt a lot?”

Arjan immediately went round-eyed at Molitia’s unexpected words. She thought that Molitia would shudder like always. Then, Arjan unintentionally stammered in response to her sister’s behavior, which she had never seen before.

“Oh, huh? No, it was truly my decision. So, you don’t really have to take responsibility for what you did before.”

“I really am sorry, though. I didn’t think too much of your wounds because I was too distracted avoiding the pottery, which you threw at me.”

“Huh?”

“You were so mad during that day. Due to the Countess of Barlow’s love, those silverware…”

“Sister!”

A moment of silence filled the air—not only at the table where she was at, but at other places as well. Arjan took a look around a little second later to see that everyone’s eyes were already locked onto her.

This is not it. Arjan quickly blinked her eyes before laughing out loud.

“I surely don’t know what you’re talking about. I believe you must be clearly mistaken.”

“That’s a possibility as well. It’s true that my fever was really high back then.”

Molitia quietly recalled.

It was definitely true that she was preoccupied with her high fever. But still, it wasn’t Molitia who hurt Arjan on that day. Rather, it was Arjan’s own fault as she was the one who flung those tableware that were in her room.

“But of course, it was definitely my fault when I couldn’t stop you then. I apologize, Arjan. I really should have stopped you back then.”

Molitia didn’t expect her to cover up that day in this manner at all. Still, she tried to blur her words by adding some bitterness of her heart.

“No, sister… …it’s my fault, so it can’t be helped.”

“I’ll watch over so that my precious sister will no longer get hurt.”

When Molitia drew a smile, the wives who were present began to chat once again.

It was already an open secret how Arjan and Barlow were never on good terms. It was none other than the reason being how Barlow’s own fiancé had fallen in love with Arjan and was constantly chasing after her.

Since there were already rumors how he had fought while being drunk before, Molitia’s story then seemed much more credible in some way.

As the commotion grew louder than before, Marchioness of Nibeia eventually had to step up.

“Since I heard something about pottery, I just recalled how Baroness Nisser has recently started collecting teacups?”

When the topic had changed ever so slightly, the wives’ chatter began to die down as well.

“Oh, that’s right. She gets to bargain with the best dealers and now, she has saved up a lot of teacups from many other countries.”

“What kinds of teacups are sought-after these days?”

“If that’s the case, then…”