Why are you obsessed with your fake wife?

She raised her head in amazement. She could see Glenn standing tall on the other side of the corridor.

She didn’t even notice the presence of the person walking from the opposite side because she was immersed in her thoughts.

It seemed the same on the other person, and he also looked as surprised.

“Greetings. How many days has it been?”

No, he looked twice as surprised as Nadia did. She couldn’t understand why he looked so surprised.

“Are you here to see His Grace?”

“What?”

“There is only the previous Marquis’ sick chamber upstairs. Aren’t you here to see your father?”

“That’s true….”

It was true that Glenn came to look into his father’s condition while he had time. He didn’t expect to run into Nadia here.

Gordon said.

“Ah, I wish I stayed a little later. Madam just met His Grace and she is on her way out. If the two of you had greet him together for the first time, His Grace would have been even more pleased.”

“You greet my father?”

“I am also a member of the Winterfell family. It’s natural to greet him because His Grace is still alive.”

No matter how sick he was, Isaac was a living person. It was strange that she had never seen his face.

‘That’s true, but…’

Glenn had a lot of questions in his head.

‘Why are you so… calm?’

Her attitude toward him was the same as usual. Her expression was calm, and the voice was gentle.

It was in contrast to Glenn himself, who had become cranky due to sleepless nights in the past few days.

It’s like a person who didn’t care a bit about what she heard that day.

‘It can’t be…’

Nadia seemed so fine that she missed the point of saying an apology that he tried so hard to take out his throat.

Did Fabian tell you the truth?

“She thinks that falling in love with her appearance is not true love.”

“What?”

“That’s why she doesn’t care at all or anything about what you said, so she wants you to return to work as soon as possible.”

Glenn didn’t believe it at the time, but when he saw that calm look, Fabian seemed to be telling him the truth.

Glenn was glad Nadia wasn’t hurt, but something was not right.

‘No, then… What side of me did you fall in love with?’

Before the triumphal ceremony, there was no contact point, so it was impossible if it wasn’t his appearance. But then she didn’t fall for Glenn’s handsome face?

Falling in love was too much if there was no reason behind it.

Maybe Nadia had met him before, but why did she hide it from him?

While he was alone in his imagination, Nadia resumed, with her solemn expression.

“Are you free now?”

Even if Glenn didn’t have time, he felt like he had to squeeze it out. Thus, Glenn nodded quickly.

“I was on my way to see my father because I had time.”

“That’s great. I have to tell you something. Please give me some time.”

“……?”

* * *

It was the time at which the moon rose to the top of their head. Lights were still leaking from the rooms of the main house.

Owner of the bedroom was reading the report lying down on her bed, so her maid didn’t dare to blow out the candle.

“It’s late. Please go to bed, Madam.”

“It’s already midnight.”

The maids, who were also unable to leave work, asked their Madam pleadingly. Nadia finally raised her head to their voices.

“It’s already that late?”

“Yes…”

Since the administrators were in charge of all the practical affairs, she thought being a Marchioness was someone who only stamped, but in reality, it was not that simple.

It was necessary to review the vast amount of data surveyed by lower-level administrators one by one.

Although high-ranking officials organized it, the documents were not to be taken lightly.

This was about the production of iron ore, that was about the increase or decrease of arms, that was about the newly settled residents….

And her workload just didn’t end up checking reports coming up from below all day.

She also had to occasionally inspect whether the work executions were working properly, and entertain guests from outside.

What if she worked hard and finally finished the internal affairs? Diplomatic issues with other lords would await right after then.

Lisa said with a pout.

“Is administrative work supposed to be this much?”

“My sister, who worked for another family, said that there would be no other hostess of the house running around like you, Madam.”

It was boring to wait still. Once the water opened, the maids began to chat.

“His Grace is too much. Where else is there a wife who is as wise and gentle as a Madam…”

“Men don’t appreciate it when we say we like them, but they get arrogant.”