บท 43: When Does He Leave?

Abruptly, Mirabelle gagged. Then, she covered her mouth and swallowed.

"Oh god, I almost threw up in my mouth." 

Ophelia kept her face calm. Her heart was racing a thousand beats per second. She was never good with confrontations.

"You think I am my brother's mistress?!" Mirabelle gaped, placing a hand on her chest, almost offended. "He's so ugly, why would anyone want to be his mistress?"

"O-oh, w-what?" Ophelia's cheeks turned bright red. She was morbid. Her mistakes were glaring. She wished she could bury herself in a hole.

"M-my husband i-is not ugly," Ophelia finally managed to say. 

Mirabelle gawked.

Ophelia blushed.

Ophelia glanced away and awkwardly cleared her throat. Killorn was easily one of the most handsome men in the entire empire, if not, the continent. With his bright brooding eyes, dark hair, and chiseled jaw, who'd dare to insult his appearance?