Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 11: [] If I were to lose my wife

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I was frozen until the third dance song ended. The large hand that bound me was definitely wearing gloves, but the hot temperature was transmitted directly. As the chaotic situation settled down and even the third dance song ended, I was sure to be the center of attention.

'No.'

Before meeting Noebian, I shouldn't have been the center of attention to anyone...!

"How did Lady Maji...?"

"!"

Lady Maji? The man who called me by that unfamiliar name was Neil, the knight who had come to investigate me at the Acacia Mansion. Neil looked me up and down with wide eyes, and his face turned red as if he had been slapped. I came to my senses and tried to free my bound arms. As the hot hand that seemed to never let go slowly loosened its grip, I slightly turned my head to look behind me. My heart sank when I met his flashing red eyes. At the same time, the man's pupils narrowed as he met mine.

'This is the person who sent Neil.'

As I observed him, he looked at me too. He slowly and persistently scanned my flustered expression with his eyes. I quickly averted my gaze and turned my head forward again. Then, my arm, which had loosened, was held tightly again, and his flashing blonde hair came close enough to brush against my temple. He was still standing behind me, and he said,

"You seem to need help."

"!"

The prodigal son of the empire. The problem child of the royal family. The demon of the battlefield. The red wolf that calls for blood. The epithets I had seen in gossip magazines were definitely not false. Who is it that is making me uncomfortable right now, who is it that is binding a noblewoman's arms from behind and not letting go...? If it weren't for his knights surrounding us, everyone would have been paying attention to my face, which was caught by him, even though the dance song was playing.

"You seem to be in trouble without a partner."

His voice, so sweet as to be alien, was nonchalant, as if he had never seen the partner I had been assigned and who my men had moved, and as if he had to follow and take care of that partner.

"...Do you need help?"

"No!"

I whispered, keeping my voice low to match the loud dance music. I could see Neil, who was still shielding us and glancing at us, shaking his head sadly, as if that wasn't the right answer. Roardness pulled me a little closer towards him. He was so close that I could feel his breath on my scalp and neck. I got goosebumps.

"...Do you need help?"

His voice was even more eerie, and I tensed up, stubbornly shaking my head. What I needed was for this man to disappear. For this man to disappear and find Noebian. Soon, I could hear the dance music gradually coming to an end. And as if by magic, his knights who had been shielding us began to move away, one by one.

"Wait, just a moment! This, this! Please let go of this first!"

"...Do you need help?"

The eerie but polite voice continued to echo in my ears. The sweet devil's whisper seemed to force every single hair on my body to stand on end, and it felt like it was taking over my entire body. As the dance music ended, I nodded my head as if I had given up.

"Yes, I need help. So please, let me go."

"Damn it," I muttered, clenching my teeth. The hand that had been gripping my arm suddenly loosened. The music, which had seemed muffled before, now became crystal clear, and I could hear the murmur of the crowd.

"!"

Roardnes, his expression as arrogant and cold as before, stood before me. The knights who had been shielding us were gone. He extended his hand towards me, his gloved fingers trembling slightly. I looked up at his face, my heart pounding. His height was intimidating, and his eyes seemed to pierce through me.

"Lady Maji, how...?"

"!"

Lady Maji? The man who called me by that strange title was Neil, the knight who had come to my house to investigate me. Neil looked me up and down with wide eyes and his face turned as red as if he had been slapped. I came to my senses and tried to free my bound arms. As soon as the strong grip that wouldn't let go loosened slightly, I turned my head slightly and looked behind me. When I met his flashing red eyes, my heart sank. At the same time, the man's pupils narrowed sharply as he met my gaze.

'The one who sent Neil was this person.'

As I observed him, he observed me as well. He slowly and persistently searched my face, which was full of confusion. I quickly averted my gaze and looked forward again. Then, my arms were tightly bound again, and his blond hair, as bright as gold, brushed against my temple as he leaned close. He was still behind me, and he said,

"You seem to need help."

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"!"

The empire's playboy. The royal family's troublemaker. The devil of the battlefield. The red wolf that called for blood. The epithets I had seen in gossip magazines were clearly not false. Now, who was it that was making me so embarrassed, binding my arms behind my back and refusing to let go? If it weren't for his knights surrounding us, everyone would have been staring at my face, bound and helpless, even in the middle of the dance.

As I observed him, he observed me as well. He slowly and persistently searched my face, which was full of confusion. I quickly averted my gaze and looked forward again. Then, my arms were tightly bound again, and his blond hair, as bright as gold, brushed against my temple as he leaned close. He was still behind me, and he said,

"You seem to need help."

The music was fading, and everyone's eyes were on us. I shook my head frantically.

"No, please! Let go of me!"

"Do you need help?" he repeated, his voice smooth and low. It was like a sweet poison, creeping into my ears and taking control of my body.

With the music fading and the guards dispersing, I felt trapped. I nodded, defeated.

"Yes, I need help. Please let me go."

"Only my brother, Gregory, and Noebian danced that first dance." Despite the heat of his hand on my back, he kept a perfect distance, neither too close nor too far. It was just as Noebian had during my first debutante ball. I relaxed and tried to dance naturally, recalling my 18-year-old self. Our dance was so smooth, it was almost eerie. As the music faded, Roardnes, his grip tightening, tried to say something. I looked up, meeting the gaze of Noebian, who was watching us from the balcony.

"!"

Startled, I froze. Luckily, the music ended at that moment. I gently pushed away from Roardnes and slipped into the crowd. It was rude, I knew, but I needed to find Noebian. I ignored Roardnes's call and headed for the stairs.

I left the party hall and ran through the garden, shivering from the cold. I searched frantically for Noebian. I spotted a terrace with its curtains drawn and climbed up the exterior wall. Pushing aside the heavy curtains, I entered the hallway I had just left. Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed my arm.

"Ouch!"

I was pulled into a terrace and the curtains were drawn shut.

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"Are you just going to keep me in suspense, Blier?"

The one who had grabbed me was Noebian. His voice was cold and low. Before I could react, I felt a shiver run down my spine. Was it the cold? Yes, perhaps. But more than that, I was shocked that he had called me Blier, the name he had avoided saying on the day of the funeral. I looked up at him, my arms still pinned by his.

Would he recognize me?

Would he even notice that Blier was acting a little differently? Noebian's face was flushed, and he smelled strongly of alcohol. He looked like he'd had too much to drink. His grip on my arms was tight, and his body was pressed close to mine. My heart pounded, and I felt a cold sweat break out. His eyes were dark and intense, and his hair was tousled. He looked nothing like the perfect Noebian I knew.

"Aren't you going to answer?"

He smirked, his lips twisted in a sneer. It was definitely Noebian, but not the Noebian I knew. He seemed frustrated by my silence and softened his expression slightly, as if granting me a favor.

"You're not going to keep your promise?"

Promise?

What the hell promise?

I was about to snap back at him when I remembered to control myself. "What promise?"

Noebian's grip tightened, cutting off the circulation in my arms. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Are you going to play dumb?"

"What promise?" I repeated, my voice trembling.

"The promise we made a year ago."

'What promise, Noebian?'

I had been married to Noebian for two years, yet he was talking about a promise made a year ago. What promise could that be?

"Are you really going to make me say it?"

Noebian's voice was filled with sadness. His grip on my arms loosened, and he turned away, leaning against the railing. It seemed like he was about to vomit. I felt a pang of sympathy for him.

"...Tell me."

"But when else am I supposed to hear it? If not now?" I insisted, and he shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. However, he refused to look at me, instead focusing his gaze on the garden below.

"Please, just tell me. I need to know," I pleaded. His hand, gripping the railing, trembled slightly before he moved closer.

"If, by some chance, I were to lose my wife..." he growled, his voice low.

"...you said you would become my mistress completely."

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