The Plan of the Terminally-Ill Wife's Divorce (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 131

In the dead of night, while the party was still in full swing, Viscount Shiraz had stepped out of the ballroom and was shivering uncontrollably.

Viscount Shiraz was a young man making his debut in high society this year, and under normal circumstances, he should have been hopping about like a grasshopper, courting wealthy heiresses with dances of courtship.

Not hiding himself secretly in this open area filled with dozens of carriages.

This was utterly unbecoming of a nobleman. Even the coachmen had already parked their carriages and gone off to the servants’ lounge to warm themselves.

‘Should I just leave? There’s no guarantee I’ll even get to see her like this.’

The warm yellow lights from the mansion’s ballroom glowed invitingly through the dark bushes.

〈So your name is Viscount Shiraz, you say?〉

The laughter echoing in his mind held his feet in place.

‘No! If I could just see that smile on her face once more, it would be worth waiting here all night!’

Grand Duchess Anette Inkheart—the angel newly arrived in society—with her cotton-candy-pink hair and gentle, crinkling eyes.

Viscount Shiraz had met the famed duchess by chance at a tea party hosted by a certain countess.

He’d fallen for her angelic appearance at first sight, and fallen again for her kindness, which treated everyone equally despite her lofty status.

‘Why, why must you already be married, Your Grace! I, a mere viscount, dare not even think, “If only you’d waited a little longer for me…”’

Though Viscount Shiraz was smitten with love’s fever, he wasn’t a fool. He knew better than to hope for anything with the duchess—even if she hadn’t yet become a grand duchess, for she had been the daughter of a marquis.

‘But I could at least share a dance with the duchess!’

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