Claimed By My Husband's Enemy novel Chapter 134

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“There goes our cue to say goodbye,” Aurelia said as they gather their stuff and stood up. My friends all gave me the ‘I told you so’ look.

Mom patted Creed’s shoulder sympathetically. “Good luck with our report, Creed. May you find justice.”

I frowned. “Mom!”

The girls giggled while Creed’s face remained unreadable as he swered, “I won’t stop until I do, ma’am. Thank you for the support.”

Lizbeth winked at me playfully before shutting the door gently, eaving me alone with her brother who looked like he had a lot of complaints about his wife. I gave Creed my sweetest smile and motioned him to take a seat but for the first time, the smile didn’t seem to work.

His expression was still blank as he remained standing in front of me like the soldier he once was. Even with him like this, he still took my breath away. He was the hottest complainant I’d ever seen in my whole life.

I swallowed. “Before anything else, would you like anything, love? How about a drink? Coffee maybe? Tea?” He shook his head. “Then how about hugs and kisses?”

“No, thank you, Your Excellency, I would like to proceed with my report if you don’t mind.”

That was how I knew I was truly and terribly fucked. He rejected hugs and kisses which had never happened before. There was no one in this room apart from the two of us and yet, I was still regarded as ‘Her Excellency.’ And he uttered the two words coldly.

I started sweating. I just realized today how spoiled I’d been because I didn’t know how to deal with this side of my husband. Since we got married, he had always let me win although that might change today.

“Alright,” I said softly after I cleared my throat. I dropped my per and sat straight as I focused on the only man that mattered. “The floor is yours, Mr. Black. Please tell me your… complaints about your wife.”

“First, she works too hard for the last couple of months. The council could no longer do what they used to. They co slack off knowing that their queen works from early in the morning until late at night. There was progress since sl the throne because as a woman, she saw things that men don’t usually see.”

I bit my lower lip. What was he doing? He was supposed to be complaining and not complementing his wife while s incredibly proud of her which made all my exhaustion worth it. There were nights when I suddenly woke up, asking n if I was doing the right thing, uncertainties flooding my mind, and today, here was Creed, confirming that I had nothing be worried about.

“One time, when my wife was late at our dinner date and came to the restaurant smelling like men, I found out she went to the detention facility for teenagers and studied their case,” he resumed, making me feel so guilty for making him wait an hour for me. “I heard she spoke to them like no one else ever did You see, the sharpest weapon in this realm was her tongue. She gave those rebels a piece of her mind and a chance. She released them, those people who were delinquents and whom the society thought as a waste of life and therefore, should remain in the cell forever.”

Creed shrugged. “She disregarded her council’s wishes. And those teens? They were sent to the academy, and I heard they were doing pretty well. I heard they wanted to be the soldiers of the woman who believed in them when no one did.”

“Stop giving her too much credit. She just happened to see the port and wondered why the heck there were so many teenagers rotting in the facility. She was… curious and was sorry or being late.”

I couldn’t admit that I was worried because they stirred something inside me. My initial thought was what if those teens were like me? What if they didn’t have a parent or a guardian by their side and that’s why they were lost? Those who

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committed heavy crimes were punished by death. If they were in a detention facility, that meant they didn’t kill anyone. They might have stolen things or messed up simply because they were lost.

And it turned out I was right. Most of them were orphans who happened to hang out with the wrong people and were caught abusing mana. I sent them to the academy where they would study and live for the next four years to give them a distraction and a purpose, hoping they would grab the chance which I was relieved they did although after class, I made them help with patrolling which would go on for the rest of their academy days as part of disciplining them.

They sent their report cards to my office just last week even when nobody asked them to. Their cards now belonged to my hoard. They were a treasure that proved I didn’t mess up, that I was somehow doing something good to the people.

As for the date, thinking about it now, I didn’t get to apologize properly because after stuffing food in my mouth, Creed and I went for a drive, and I fell asleep in his car, then went to work the next morning while he was asleep.

I was truly heartless.

“My wife made sure to take care of others, but she was not taking care of herself properly. She was denying herself of rest,” Creed added as if he didn’t hear me. “Even on a Sunday, she leaves for work and would only think of informing her husband about it when she was already in her office.”

I closed my eyes.

It was getting harder and harder to leave our bedroom every morning. I was worried that if I woke him, I might not want to leave his side anymore. I just realized now how unfair I’d been to my husband. He must have misinterpreted it the wrong way.

“She sees her family every day, yes, but they don’t talk like they used to.” Creed shrugged. “I guess I just really wanted to ask her one thing.”

“W-what is it?”

God, I hated myself for stammering, but worries filled my chest. What if Creed suddenly decided to end things with me? Was it not too late to make things right?

“We haven’t talked very long lately. With all the pressure I know he has been feeling, with all the tension, and anxiety, I just wanted to know how she is. Is she okay?” He looked straight into my eyes, his expression softening. “Is she still okay? If you could talk to her, can you tell her that I miss our late-night chats Our morning kisses? Can you tell her I miss her?”

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