Ten Ways to Get Dumped by a Tyrant - Chapter 11
‘He feels inferior to the duchess, but he doesn’t show it. However, he’s secretly uncomfortable and self-conscious.’
Suddenly, the duchess, who wore a contempt expression, opened her mouth. “Scarlett Armand.”
The duchess coldly glanced at the duke before saying to Scarlett, “You said you don’t know how to be ashamed. I guess you weren’t lying.”
“Oh, you know. There was some truth to my words.”
Inwardly, Scarlett was commemorating the horrible first impression she had left on the tyrant.
She knew he must’ve been quite shocked by today’s events.
‘Scarlett, if you wanted to take revenge on the person who trampled on your mother, you should’ve used this method.’
“I’ll call a doctor when you return, so keep that in mind,” the duchess coldly said.
“What do I need a doctor for?”
“I’m going to let you clear your head.”
‘Oh, my gosh.’
At that, Scarlett almost cheered.
‘Imagine how crazy I must have looked! Am I good at acting?’
This was a great success.
‘This is making me excited.’
Scarlett quickly concealed her joy and wore a bored expression.
To make her act extra convincing, she said, “No way. Do you think the way I express my affection is crazy?”
‘Yes, I’m crazy!’
“You-You were expressing your affection?”
“Yes.”
The duchess’s eyes, cold like ice, trembled with embarrassment.
In other words, Scarlett wouldn’t stop behaving rashly. Since her actions were an expression of affection, she would do act insane every time she met the tyrant.
Scarlett shyly gazed at the duchess, who seemed to understand the meaning behind her words perfectly.
“I heard His Majesty loves wine, blood, and the color red.”
“…”
With an elated expression, Scarlett opened her eyes and muttered, “I’m his fiance, so I wanted to give him something special for his birthday.”
“S-Special?” The duchess blurted. She shook her head and averted her gaze from Scarlett.
Suddenly, Izar, who’s gaze was fixated on the window, said, “So that’s what it was?” He covered half of his face with his hands.
His voice trembled.
‘What, are you scared of me, too?’
Scarlett was pleased.
“Yes, next time—”
“Next time?”
An uneasy feeling settled in Scarlett’s stomach.
It felt as though Izar was looking forward to something.
Scarlett was uneasy but said, “I’ll adorn myself in flowers from head to toe. I’m sure he’ll love it.”
“Uh…” Izar shrugged and said, “You’ll die.”
“No, he didn’t kill me today,” Scarlett calmly answered.
“It’s probably embarrassing…”
“No way.”
Izar was visibly confused.
“You’ll see,” I assured him, nodding my head in conviction. “He liked my present. It means I am his true partner.”
“Tr-true partner.”
Izar’s face turned white as if he had heard the words he never believed he would hear.
“You’re really crazy…”
“What are you talking about? Later, I’ll keep a lock of his hair. I’ll ask for a strand every time we meet.”
“What the hell?!”
“You’re stupid. I’ll put it on my pillow and sleep on it. I’ll do that until I get married…”
“I’m sure we’ll have a happily ever after,” I whispered, making Izar tremble.
Jackpot.
‘What a creepy human being! If I were you, I would turn around and run while I still could.’
“Where did you hear such a ridiculous superstition?”
After Scarlett said a few more discomforting things, Izar took a deep breath and placed his head on the window sill.
He sighed and looked at Scarlett. He seemed to have lots to say.
As Scarlett looked at him, she realized that the other two were oddly silent.
Looking back, she saw the pale faces of the duke and duchess.
The duke’s complexion made Scarlett particularly happy.
Scarlett happily smiled.
‘He must be regretting making his psycho daughter the tyrant’s fiance, right?’
It was obvious.
Scarlett looked out the window and acted oblivious.
They would arrive at the mansion soon.
‘I’ll make you regret it.’
The tyrant’s fiance was bound to end up in a grave.
Marrying him was no different than asking to die.
But the duke didn’t know that, did he?
The duke felt inferior to the original duchess in many ways.
‘I don’t know what the hell is making him like that.’
After the duchess’s death, he forced his feelings of inferiority onto his daughter,
How stupid.
