Why Are You Obsessed With Your Fake Wife?

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They were also a woman like Nadia, they had no choice but to put themselves in her shoes.

How would you feel when you had to get married into a place where you had no friends or relatives and even your husband ignored you?

‘She must be so sad…’

‘She must want to go back to her hometown…’

The atmosphere became gloomy.
As soon as the atmosphere was about to make them sympathize with Nadia, one of the maids shouted as if she had come to her senses.

“B-But from Master’s point of view, it can’t be helped!”

“That’s right! How can he sleep with the daughter of the one who hurt the previous Marchioness? What if she tried to kill him in his sleep?”

“That’s right!”

Even if they said so, the spite in their voice was somewhat dampened.

The young maids began to talk about winter preparations as if they were trying to avoid the topic of their master’s wife.

The chatter did not stop even while they left their place with hurried steps.

As their backs were getting smaller and smaller with a handful of laundry, there was a group of people who looked closely at the maids.

It was the knights who were training in the field and the Marquis of Winterfell himself.

They didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when he heard he was being mentioned, a natural instinct to listen kicked in.

A knight opened his mouth and spoke.

“Sir, do you need us to tell them to not talk recklessly?”

“Talking about Master and Madam was a little….”

“Talking about a Duke’s daughter is one thing, but don’t you think they shouldn’t talk about their Master?”

“Tell the head maid to educate them harshly.”

Several knights suggested, but Glenn, the one in the topic, remained silent.

Having been hearing the complaints of the knights for a long time, he raised his hand to stopped them.

“Aren’t they just children? Moreover, there was no word that crossed the line.”

“But,….”

“Unlike the capital, Winterfell is a desolate and boring place.
Just close your eyes on this.”

“Yes, if you say so, what could we..
”

Even if he said so, Glenn had a subtle look as if he had chewed a sour persimmon.

It was not because he was offended by the conversation, but because he learned Nadia’s reaction.

He witnessed her crying at the reception yesterday, but he never imagined that she would have continued to wail even after he left.

Glenn thought she was only acting because he was there in front of her.

If the enemy’s daughter suffered something sad, it should be pleasant for him, but why did he feel so uncomfortable?

“Tsk.”

Glenn kicked his tongue and ruffled his hair.

At this point, he thought it would be better if Nadia threw a fit at him for treating her like this.