At the End of Ruin, There You Are (56 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 130

Perhaps—just perhaps—Caella didn’t love Pheon as deeply as he loved her right now.

If love were to turn upside down, it would become terrifying hatred, yet Caella had been remarkably kind to him. She stared at him plainly for a moment, then gave a slight nod, accepting his earnest request for a dance.

She even bestowed upon him the honor of dancing with him twice in a row, then sat quietly in the seat he prepared for her, eating the food and drink he brought her.

So perhaps Caella’s feelings weren’t as deep as the love he bore for her. She truly hoped that was the case.

She hoped he loved her less than he thought he did, so that it would hurt him less. Because if Pheon were in Caella’s place, he would despise and curse her so fiercely he’d refuse to keep her in his sight at all.

“Does it suit your taste?”

Pheon brushed back Caella’s hair as he checked whether she liked the food. She nibbled for a bit, then looked up at him. Perhaps—just perhaps—

“It’s delicious.”

She wasn’t even sure what kind of affection he held for her. Caella was always extremely cautious about jumping to conclusions, but by now it was undeniably clear that Pheon felt genuine affection toward her.

And perhaps that affection ran deeper than she had imagined—not merely acting as a kind husband out of guilt, duty, or obligation from past deeds, but truly meaning it.

There was no clearer signal than jealousy. Caella, who had experienced jealousy so intensely it wore her heart thin, knew this all too well.

“Delicious?”

He smiled. He’d been busy. Even now, Duke Ostein was moving around constantly, talking with foreign dignitaries.

Partly because her father, especially active in Ostein, dealt with numerous merchants and politicians and thus knew four foreign languages, but mainly because the Crown Prince was still mopping up the mess from his careless remark the other night at the pre-wedding banquet regarding the Bayeta naval base.

As a key figure included in this regency and a central person in charge of military affairs, Pheon likewise needed to move briskly about, conversing with people.

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