A person she couldn’t even face directly as a slave. The idea that such a man would be her husband still felt unreal.

Dorana, too, was looking at Eric. She snorted and approached him as Eric appeared.

“Eric.”

She deliberately called him ‘Eric’ rather than ‘Earl’, trying to show off their relationship.

She had a lot of grievances against Eric, but it was obvious that protesting here would only make her look more ridiculous.

She could ask what she wanted to ask after the meal. Now, she needed to firmly show Belliar, who had stolen her place, that there was no room for her in the relationship between her and Eric.

However, Dorana’s plan completely fell apart.

Because Eric glanced at Dorana, frowned, and just walked past her.

“Humph.”

The people entering the banquet hall burst into laughter at the sight of Dorana.

Their laughter made Dorana even more miserable.

Unable to bear the rising shame, Dorana lowered her head. Her carefully maintained composure crumbled in an instant.

She, her face burning red, didn’t dare to raise her head and only chased after Eric’s back.

‘He’s ignoring me and trying to go to that woman….!’

To others, she looked quite pitiful, but Dorana’s eyes were full of venom.

Belliar was anxiously watching Eric, wondering if he was going to approach her.

‘Still, I’m the bride at the wedding, so he’s coming this way.’

She blinked her large eyes and waited for Eric to approach.

However, Eric didn’t even glance at Belliar and just walked past her.

‘…Huh?’

Belliar hastily lowered her outstretched hand, and just stared at Eric’s back with a bewildered expression.

His confident and arrogant steps stopped in front of a woman.

In front of Rosé.

Eric, with an unmatchably arrogant expression, looked at Rosé. Rosé hardened her expression towards Eric who approached her.

Dorana, who was watching, her eyes wavered.

‘Ha…!’

The fact that Eric was headed not towards his new wife Belliar but Rosé!

Her rage boiled up to her chin. To Dorana, the sight of Rosé and Eric seemed too affectionate.

Unable to bear seeing the two of them while sober, she finally ran out of the banquet hall.

Of course, it was shameful to be humiliated in front of so many people, but the feeling of having lost to Rosé, who she had ignored, was even more unbearable.

She didn’t want to see the sight of Rosé being affectionate with Eric.

As Dorana left the place like a pitiful heroine, the servants burst into laughter.

“Oh, good riddance.”

“Haha. I told you so!”

They, who had to suppress their laughter all the time, laughed out loud for the first time.

“She should know her place. How could she become the countess.”

Unable to hide their joyful mood, they cheered. The expectation that today’s hero Tersia might kick Dorana out was heightened.

However, this was only for a moment, a maid who had been looking at Eric and Rosé cautiously opened her mouth.

“But… what on earth is Rosé thinking of coming here?”

“Goodness… I really don’t know her intentions.”

Rosé, who came dressed up for her exhusband’s wedding, and Eric standing in front of her.

It was indeed a thrilling sight.

“She came all dressed up.”

Eric snickered and spoke to Rosé.

The duke, who was escorting Rosé, cringed his hand. He was very annoyed at Eric, Rosé’s exhusband, speaking to her.

“I’ve just dressed as I usually do, but I guess it looks that way?”

Rosé responded in a dry voice without a hint of laughter. Then Eric let out a slight laugh.

“You must have gone through a lot of trouble to look good for me.”

Eric arrogantly lifted his head and naturally extended his hand toward Rosé. Then, he grabbed a handful of Rosé’s hair.

Soft hair flowed between Eric’s fingers. He murmured, playing with the leftover strands of Rosé’s hair in his hand.

“I love this hair.”

Rosé was just being Rosé, despite trying to act snobbish. He felt quite pleased to see Rosé, who had returned of her own accord.

Holding her hair, he sneakily brought his hand towards his face. The scent of shampoo pleasantly stimulated his nostrils.

Perhaps forgetting that people were watching him, he was about to kiss Rosé’s hair.

Snap.

However, his behavior was halted by Grand Duke Artem. The Grand Duke harshly slapped away Eric’s hand.

“Such rudeness, Count Wens.”

The Grand Duke Artem glared at Eric with cold eyes.

“You shouldn’t be casting your affections in this direction?”

Eric narrowed his eyes and glared back at the Grand Duke Artem.

“…… Affections? It’s simply a greeting for my exwife.”

“If you behave like this, others might misunderstand. Greeting is fine, but I think your priority should be to attend to the bride who is standing alone there, Count Wens.”

“I will handle it. It’s truly an honor to have you all here at the wedding.”

His attitude was exceedingly aloof for someone expressing honor.

Eric, with a twitch of an eyebrow, looked at Rosé next to him. Somehow, seeing Rosé next to the Grand Duke twisted his guts.

“You didn’t show up at the first wedding, but you have today.”

Eric stepped toward the Grand Duke with an expressionless face.

“With my woman.”

Then he whispered softly in the Grand Duke’s ear.