Why are you obsessed with your fake wife?

‘If it was me, I would be honest and take a rest. That’s why men are….’

Nadia couldn’t understand why Glenn was so serious about showing off useless things.

“Oh, my.”

A sigh broke out naturally. Nadia was already worried about whether Glenn would be able to keep up with her plans.

“Let’s just get to work.”

She thought she had to do everything she could do while Glenn was resting.

Nadia sighed constantly and corrected her posture.

Without even imagining how others would see her.

‘She just sighed, didn’t she?’

‘I heard it. She’s been like that since earlier. Her expression is dark all day long…’

Gordon and Fabian continued to have their conversation with their eyes.

‘Did something bother her?’

‘Not to the best of my knowledge.’

‘Well, then, there’s only one answer.’

Fabian’s tongue slipped.

‘I’m sure you heard it. My lord’s absurd remarks that her face is not his taste.’

‘Ah… What should I do with that young man?’

Gordon, the head butler, wrapped his hand around his head.

It was yesterday evening that he learned about the story of his master being unwell.

When he was told that Glenn was sick, he visited to ask about his master’s wellbeing and heard detailed stories from the knight.

Gordon, who heard all the facts, had to punch his own chest in frustration.

If it wasn’t enough to have her stay in Winterfell for the rest of her life, what else could she do for him? Now her face didn’t meet his taste?

‘Even if she wasn’t his ideal type, he should fix his taste!’

If Glenn adjusted his taste, his wife’s love would come true.

Then, the possibility of Nadia sitting here for the rest of her life increased, then Winterfell would continue to be safe and sound.

Weren’t those who receive taxes from the inhabitants obligated to protect and prosper the territory?

The ducal flourished, and Madam became happy. In many ways, it was a good ending.

That’s why it was only right if Glenn adjusted his ideal type.

‘Doesn’t he know how beautiful Madam is?! Her beauty should at least surpass his taste!’

The phrase “refusing luck” could be used in this case.

Gordon always admired his master, but he wanted to say something bitter to wake his master up.

Fabian, who couldn’t watch anymore, approached Nadia. First, he had to make sure that his master’s wife really heard the remark in question.

“Uh, well… Madam.”

He coughed in vain and carefully began to speak.

“Do you have something to say?”

“It’s.. About what my lord said yesterday.”

“What do you mean? That he insisted that he wasn’t sick?”

“Oh, no. Not that… What he said before the two of you went to the dining room.”

“…?”

Nadia recalled the conversation she had with Glenn yesterday with a confused look.

She never met him yesterday morning. The first conversation she had with him was around lunch.

Nadia told Fabian to ask Glenn to have lunch together with her, and she ran into him on her way to the dining room.

They walked together and talked, but since they quickly reached the dining room, the conversation she had with him was short.

“That… the weather has gotten warmer?”

“No, the one he said before that….”

“Sir Fabian, are we going to play a guessing game?”

Nadia, who was wondering what Fabian meant, asked with a small emphasis.

“Oh, that he was saying that a face like mine isn’t his type?”

Then, the sound of breathing quickly returned. Fabian replied with a white pale face.

“D-Did you hear that?”

“How can I not hear that?”

It was like saying it right under her nose.

Of course Nadia didn’t care a bit.

She would have been a little upset if he said she was ugly, but what could she do when he said her face was not his cup of tea?

‘People have different tastes.’

To be more honest, it was naturally acceptable from Nadia’s point of view.

If he accepted her confession now, it would be very difficult.

Now that he publicly emphasized that she didn’t meet his taste, he wouldn’t change his words any soon.

It was rather fortunate that her face was not his cup of tea.

“But what about that?”

“Oh, it’s, it’s…… I was just wondering if you were hurt…”

“…?”

Nadia paused while trying to ask back why it would hurt her feelings.

First of all, she was known to have a passionate crush on her husband.

If she heard from her crush that her appearance was not his cup of tea, she might feel depressed.

Only then did she feel like her confusion was resolved.

‘Now that was why it seemed like he was looking at me more intensely than usual.’

Then was that why Glenn’s face yesterday was unusually pale? Thinking about it like that, Nadia thought it was a little cute.

‘He doesn’t have to be so self-conscious because I really don’t care at all.’

However, it was a problem since he said it when Nadia was supposed to have unrequited love for him.

While Nadia was thinking about it, Fabian began to recite unquestioned excuses.

“Madam, my lord does not hate you.”

“What?”

‘I know that too.’ Nadia thought.

“With how much you’ve done for this estate, but if he still hates you, then he has no conscience.”

But what Fabian said was a little far from what she thought.

He continued his talk with a grim face.

“My lord just has a reason why he couldn’t accept your heart. There’s something he couldn’t help. This is neither my lord’s fault, or yours.”

“What do you mean?”

Nadia couldn’t really guess what he was going to say.

However, since Fabian looked so serious, Nadia had to be serious about this matter as well.