Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts Chapter 80

“Oh, you have already become the Duchess of Linerio now.”

The Marchioness of Nibeia had never thought that Molitia would be contacting her first. She had already known how Molitia was married to the Duke of Linerio, but never did she expect that she would get to meet Molitia in this manner.

As a result of this, her salon was able to invite as many guests as it did back in its heyday that was quite a long time ago. Every single one immediately pounced at the chance of participating in the salon where the rumored Duchess were to attend.

It wasn’t the least concerning for her, no matter what Molitia had in mind in regards to participating. Most importantly, Marchioness of Nibeia looked satisfied herself.

“Thank you for still remembering me, despite having been declined the invitation many times before.”

Her cheeks which had been very nervous had naturally relaxed at the warm welcome.

“Please don’t say that. Now, have a seat. We have prepared some warm things in regards to this chilly weather we’re having.”

The cordial reception had made Molitia proceeded to her seat with good grace.

Silence immediately fell in the hall at the precise moment she walked towards those designated seats. She pretended to be unaware of those rumors while perking up her ears.

‘Which table should I take a seat?’

‘There’s a rumor going around saying that I’m a temptress.’

However, her innocent and gentle appearance was no match to the rumors at all. The hearsay was at odds with her current image, which had loosened the wariness of the ladies.

“Oh my, sister.”

Molitia immediately stunned at the voice that called her from behind. A very familiar voice. A title of herself that she could have never forgotten made her look back in response.

“Arjan……?”

“It’s been a long time, sister. I haven’t seen you ever since you’ve gotten married.”

Arjan Clemence, who bore a striking resemblance to Count Clemence with that brilliant blonde hair of hers, was smiling broadly at Molitia.

The moment she was faced with her laughter, Molitia immediately felt suffocated. Suddenly, she seemed as though she had returned to Molitia Clemence—no longer the esteemed Duchess.

She always felt apologetic for having responded in rejections for every single time, that she had forgotten the fact that Arjan was the one who had gone on Molitia’s behalf. As always, Arjan did not miss the opportunity to approach Molitia. She used to laugh innocently while saying something like she couldn’t help it, as she was the one who made it her own.

‘Why did I even forget about this?’

Marchioness Nibeia had always been fond of bright, young people, which was why she invited them often.

“Yeah.”

Arjan’s laughter deepened as she faced her sister with a rather rigid smile.

“I kept pestering our father because I have missed you, but I was always rejected. I heard that you’re not going for your honeymoon, though.”

“You don’t have to be too formal. You’re in fact, my sister. You may visit us anytime.”

“Wow! Thank you. I really missed you so much.”

Arjan reached out and immediately hugged her neck. Her voice, which seemed to be chirping happily as though she was truly happy being able to meet with her sister in such a dramatic manner.

“I definitely feel empty without my sister at home. My sister was always there whenever I got home.”

Arjan sneakily hinted that Molitia had always been inside of the residence. Her words then played quite a buzz for the gathering wives who were there.

“Oh, I’d like to have another chat with my sister. Though, I’ve already told you many things when you were still lying down in bed.”

“Oh, what did you usually talk about?”

“Oh, Baroness Parvana.”

Arjan said quickly, as if she was waiting for some help from the sidelines.

“Well, it’s because my sister often lies in bed due to her illness. Therefore, whatever I did, I would always tell her my experiences as well as those stories that could be heard from the outside world.”

“Please comfort her as well.”

“The love of Count Clemence is just absolutely magnanimous.”

Arjan looked extremely shy at all those compliments that were sung around her.

“No way. I just did it for the sake of my sister who was definitely bored in bed.”

Molitia immediately realized this very similar experience of hers from before. Arjan would always stick closely to her whenever she had managed to recover and went back into the social circle.

It was actually nominal for her sister, who seemed to be somewhat awkward in getting along in the society, but then the reality was really different altogether. She was just using Molitia as a means of getting transformed into someone with a pitiful and pathetic love.