I Became the Obsessed Ex-Husband in a Romance Fantasy Chapter 142 - Read Online

Translated Chapter 142. Side Story - Duet (2) Right in front of them lay an incredibly thick and soft carpet sent by the royal family. It was so plush that it felt like lying on a cloud, a very safe zone where no matter how hard one fell, it would never hurt. 'That's it. I need to fall over there.' Cheolpudeok-! With a highly exaggerated motion, Damian's chubby little body tumbled onto the soft carpet. Naturally, it didn't hurt at all. 'Alright, time to cry.' Damian scrunched up his face and filled his lungs with as much air as he could. Then, he deployed his most powerful weapon. "Waaaaah-! Waaah! Waaaaaah-!" A terribly pitiful and aggrieved wail echoed through the room. "Damian!" Dane and Rose, who had been about to rush over to Rosalyn, stopped dead in their tracks as if they had tripped over a stone. "Damian! Are you okay? Did you fall? Did you get a boo-boo?!" Rose hurriedly turned around and approached Damian. Dane followed behind Rose with a stiff expression on his face as well. "We should call the physician." "Waaaaah-! Uh, maa... waaah!" Rose carefully scooped Damian up from the floor and held him tightly to her chest. "It's okay. Mommy will kiss it better. Don't cry." "Eung... hic, waah." Damian buried his face deep into his mother's soft embrace. The sweet scent of his mother brushed past his nose. His father's large hand was also gently patting his back. It was a perfect moment where all the attention and concern in the world was focused entirely on him. 'I won. Mommy hugged me. Mommy is mine!' While sobbing on the outside, Damian was singing a victory song on the inside. He then turned his gaze to look over Rose's shoulder. At the end of his gaze was Rosalyn, who, until just a moment ago, had been on the verge of becoming the shining protagonist of this drawing room. "……." Rosalyn was frozen in place, gripping the armrest of the sofa tightly and standing precariously on two feet. "Damian, stop crying." "Hehe, hehe. Doesn't hurt. I'm fine, I'm fine." The father who had been running over and the mother who was ready to shower him with kisses were nowhere to be seen. The two adults were both busy consoling his younger brother. 'That fool.' Rosalyn knew very well that Damian was playing a trick. She saw him intentionally relax his arms when he fell, and she also saw him take a deep breath before starting to cry. 'Honestly, Mom and Dad.' Rosalyn let out a soft sigh. It would have been understandable for her to feel disappointed that the adults who had been rushing to hug her just moments ago had suddenly dashed away. But Rosalyn's mind was surprisingly cool and nonchalant. 'Well, it doesn't matter. I stood up anyway.' Rosalyn quickly lost any lingering attachment to her parents' praise. Her interest was focused solely on the achievement she had accomplished itself. Rosalyn firmly pushed strength into her trembling legs and craned her neck a little further over the sofa. The lace of a soft cushion rolling around on top of it was just barely out of her reach. 'I want to grab it quickly!' Rosalyn began to immerse herself completely in conquering the top of the sofa with her own strength. "Hmm." Dane observed the sight with a meaningful gaze. His eyes then shifted to Damian, who was clinging tightly to Rose. "Heukik." Damian had already stopped crying, but occasionally let out a hiccup as if he suddenly remembered to. Of course, he couldn't fool Dane's sharp eyes. Syuk. Dane gave a light chin-jerk towards the nanny standing by. The nanny approached promptly and received Damian. "Shh, Young Master. You've stopped crying now. Shall we go to your room?" Having achieved his goal, Damian quietly nestled into the nanny's arms and exited the drawing room. The door closed silently. Now, only Rosalyn, Dane, and Rose—who were staring intently at Rosalyn—remained in the spacious drawing room. Rosalyn didn't care in the least whether her parents' attention had returned to her or not. She was solely focused on grabbing the cushion's lace. "Heu-eup!" Rosalyn finally caught the edge of the lace and gave it a sharp tug downward. Tak, degureureu. The soft velvet cushion tumbled off the sofa. "Kya!" Rosalyn beamed with a wide smile. She was highly encouraged by the fact that she had obtained her trophy (the cushion) from the top of the mountain (the sofa) with her own strength. As Rosalyn let go of the strength in her trembling legs and flopped down on the floor, "Haaaa..." She hugged the cushion she had dropped and let out a satisfied sigh. "Your Excellency." Selma, who had been waiting nearby, stepped forward quietly. At Dane's nod, Selma picked Rosalyn up and carried her out of the room. With that, only Rose and Dane remained in the drawing room. "...Dear." Rose finally parted her lips with a soft sigh. "About Damian just now." "Yeah." "No matter how I look at it... he fell on purpose, didn't he?" At Rose's cautious question, Dane let out a short chuckle of disbelief. "He probably didn't feel an ounce of pain." "Oh my..." Rose pressed a hand to her forehead as if she had a headache. "I've felt it for a while now. Damian is unusually jealous." "Mn." "Whenever I try to hug Rosalyn or focus on a conversation with you, he immediately bursts into tears." "On the other hand, Rosalyn..." Dane stroked his chin. "She is astonishingly detached. She only focuses on whatever she sets her sights on." "Ah..." Thick worry was evident in Rose's voice. "The children's personalities seem too extreme. I'm worried this might cause problems later on..." Rosalyn and Damian's behavior was not something expected from mere one-year-old babies. While they were remarkably exceptional, it ironically invoked their parents' concern. Above all, Rose herself looked the most downcast. Her humble family background, the environment where she grew up without being loved. She was worried that this might have somehow influenced the children. However, Rose was not bold enough to say it out loud to Dane. "……." A gentle curve formed at the corners of Dane's mouth. He then reached out and softly wrapped his arms around Rose's shoulders. "There's nothing to worry about." "But Dear..." "Who do you think those two take after?" "...Pardon?" Rose lifted her head at Dane's counter-question. "The relentless possessiveness to get what they want by any means necessary." Dane whispered as he brushed his thumb under Rose's eyes. Beneath her softly fluttering eyelashes, green eyes exactly like Damian's wavered. "Damian takes after you. The part of you I love the most." "Ah..." "And Rosalyn resembles me when I was young. I heard a lot that I didn't act like a child at all." Dane's lips softened as he reminisced about the past. "So I'm not worried. If they take after us, they will undoubtedly grow up well." Dane smiled softly and gave Rose's lips a light nibble before letting go. "Besides, we will raise them well." "Dear..." "There are no perfect parents right from the start. You become good parents by making mistakes." Rose closed her eyes. From the warm gaze meeting hers just inches away, and the hot breath washing over her, she felt an immense affection that she dared not measure. How could this man believe in her so blindly? The worries that had ballooned up from just a few of his words vanished into nothingness in an instant. That fact was marvelous, and deeply moving. "Come with me." Dane flashed a grin and pulled Rose by the arm. The two headed together to the nursery where the children were sleeping. "...Oh my." A gasp of admiration slipped from Rose's lips. In the center of the nursery, on the wide bed. The two children were sleeping with peaceful faces. Despite the wide space, they were huddled tightly together in a narrow corner. Damian had at some point rolled over to Rosalyn's side and snuggled deep into her embrace, while Rosalyn rested one leg over Damian's tummy and slept comfortably, letting out soft breaths. The sight of the two little lives soundly asleep, leaning against each other's warmth, made the hearts of those watching swell. "Didn't I tell you?" Dane wrapped his arms tightly around Rose's waist. Then, his firm chest pressed seamlessly against her back. "There's nothing to worry about." "...Yes, you're right." Rose let out a sigh of relief and quietly leaned her head back against Dane's shoulder. There was no more room for worry. The two children were growing up very healthily in their own way. "Ah, and about Damian." Dane whispered in Rose's ear. "Did you know that every time he cries, the toys around him move?" "You saw that too? I thought I was just imagining things." "I saw it clearly. So, I was thinking..." As Dane finished his sentence, Rose's eyes went wide. ** Some time later, a guest visited Schumichel Castle for the first time. It was a little lady dressed in a deep navy robe of the Academy's Magic Studies Department. "Hello." "Welcome, Edel." Rose greeted Edel warmly with a bright smile. Beside her stood Dane, arms crossed with a stern look on his face. "You've grown up so much. I barely recognize you." "My Lady, you're as pretty as ever." Edel glanced at Dane next to Rose and smiled knowingly. "And His Excellency is as intimidating as ever." "Always teasing." Edel was from the Arsil Orphanage and had entered the Academy with the Schumichel Family's sponsorship. The little girl who once approached the orphanage director with a dagger in hand was now a promising talent of the Academy's Magic Studies Department. "You worked hard coming all this way, Edel. You know what to do, right?" "Of course." Edel examined Rosalyn and Damian, who were rolling around in the middle of the drawing room. "Wow, they're like miniature versions of you two." Muttering to herself, Edel pulled out a small glass bottle from the bag she had brought. "It's a mana measurement tool commonly used in the Academy's Magic Studies Department." As she tilted the glass bottle, a clear liquid flowed out. Edel infused mana into it, causing the liquid to swell into a round bubble shape. "It works by wrapping the target in a membrane of mana, then measuring the mana they emit." The inflated bubble wrapped around Edel. Soon, her body lifted slightly into the air. The transparent membrane soon turned blue. "I specialize in water-attribute magic." Edel grinned and tilted her head. "Shall we proceed?" "Let's begin." Dane nodded. Once given permission, Edel approached Damian, who was crawling diligently on the carpet. "Mnya?" Playing on the carpet, Damian looked up. Pong, pong, pororong. Sparkling, very large and pretty soap bubbles flew around Damian. It seemed the unfamiliar older girl had made them. "Kya!" Damian giggled loudly and reached out his short arms. Just as he was about to pop the bubbles, Seureureuk. The largest soap bubble gently enveloped Damian's body. And Damian's body began to slowly float up from the floor.

I Became the Obsessed Ex-Husband in a Romance Fantasy - Chapter 142