To You Whom I Don’t Love That Much (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 120

120.

Secret. It wasn’t new for the bastard to act as if he could hand over his own secrets whenever he pleased. Yet every secret he shared with her was rooted in her despair. He tightly gripped her jaw, tilting his head slightly downward. His breath pressed close against her ear.

“Now everything is ready. You’ll reunite with your husband within a week.”

Malicious whispers poured out.

“Though I suppose a head alone won’t satisfy you, will it?”

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“What is this?”

“It’s an item entrusted to me by the Viscountess.”

“My wife… gave this to you?”

His superior, receiving the report, stared at the compass with unreadable eyes for a while. The longer Cardier remained silent, the more Hugo’s shoulders slumped downward. This definitely looked like trouble—serious trouble, the kind that would earn him a scolding harsh enough to make his eyes pop out.

If he were to offer an excuse for the delayed delivery, it was because official permission had been hard to obtain. Cardier’s ship was stationed at the front lines, while Hugo’s supply vessel was positioned at the very tail end of the rear forces.

Under such circumstances, delivering a “personal report” required leaving his post—an action that, during wartime, absolutely needed approval from his commanding officer. And every time Hugo wrote on the request form that he had “urgent matters to report to Lieutenant Montrosa,” it was rejected outright.

Ideally, Hugo should have been serving closely under Cardier, but for some reason, his assignment placed him in a rear support unit far from the action. He didn’t know the exact reason… but it seemed he had fallen out of favor with his direct superior. He had no idea why.

Otherwise, there was no way the Duke would assign such… a trial to Bartholomew’s eldest son, who had graduated top of his class in the regular naval training program. While his peers were earning military honors, he alone was stuck counting how many grain sacks remained… Had Hugo still been properly serving as Lieutenant Montrosa’s aide, Melvin would have informed him the moment he arrived.

Anyway, no matter how many excuses he made, the undeniable fact remained that nearly ten days had already passed since he met Melvin. Finally, Cardier shifted his gaze from the compass and nodded toward the letter lying beside it.

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