Viscount lady - Chapter 18
Now she was inside the enemy camp.
What will Ian say to me today? It was also a concern. Actually, Ian and I didn’t do anything that day. Ian just drank black tea mixed with medicine and fell asleep, and she just lay next to him.
‘I don’t want him to remember everything and question me. Was it you?’ I thought it would be over if I just did it. What an easy-going fool.
‘He’s an evil man. As you may have noticed.’ I should have picked a guy who was a little dull, but why did I choose a smart, clever and bad guy like Ian Grey? I may have gone out of my mind for a while.
But now that I’ve come to regret it, it’s no use. At the time, Ian was the best option, and it is still the case today. It’s just that my heart is weak.
‘Are you the duke’s mother?’ Ingrid is looking at the hanging portrait on the wall in the drawing room that drew her attention.. A beautiful woman with blonde hair was in the portrait. She had the same blonde hair as Ian, so it was probably his mother. Ingrid looked up and next to the portrait was another small portrait.
‘T-ara….? It was a portrait of a woman wearing the same tiara she received from the King.
It was the same platinum-blonde woman as pictured a moment ago. ‘It looks like a peacock.’ Ian Grey must have definitely resembled his mother a lot, not his father’s.
“I don’t think he’s a very bad person… Maybe that’s why he’s like that.’ If Ian had been a really bad person, he wouldn’t have saved her from the monster. It was true that Ian Grey really helped.
‘In a way, he’s a benefactor… You’re not doing anything too bad, are you? But the duke also wanted to marry me. He may not have wanted a child, but he wanted to marry me, so I think it wouldn’t be too much of a loss…….’
Yet my mind was complicated.
“What are you looking at when you have nothing to see?”
Because I was too focused on the portrait, I didn’t even know when Ian had entered this drawing room. Linen shirt entered her eyes and she turned away immediately as he came in. Until now, Ian Grey, whom Ingrid had always seen in a tailcoat, was wearing a comfortable linen shirt. Looking at it this way, it doesn’t look like he had tuberculosis.
When he was wearing a tailcoat, he looked so perfectly organised, she could believe it was tuberculosis itself, but now he had a slightly wrinkled shirt and frizzy hair, as if he had just woken up. I thought it wasn’t Ian Grey. But the hair is still platinum.
And his eyes were a cool blue colour.
“I was looking at portraits.” ‘I didn’t know, but you’re handsome…… Of course, I knew Ian Grey was handsome. However, it was the first time that I realised that he was handsome in this way. He was a handsome man with his high nose, lips, and his gorgeous eyes. Tall and broad shoulders, and above all else, he was laughing.
‘You can’t even laugh.’ Looking at this now, who would believe that this man is a man with tuberculosis and obsessive-compulsive disorder? But you have to be alert. This man is Ian Grey. The man with a grey history where he made his ex-wife mentally ill.
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