My Wife is a Sassy Queen

Liliana had been strangely quiet since Henry and Jonathan started to discuss the transplant.

Jonathan thought she was upset thinking of Li’s health, so he tried to console her.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

But she seemed far away in her thoughts and he had a feeling she barely heard him.

It was the first time he had seen her not composed. He panicked looking at her. He held her by the shoulders and shook her out of her trance.

She looked up at him with tear-filled eyes and hugged him tightly.

He was caught off guard as he had not expected her to hug him like that. He came back to his senses as he heard a low sob as she uttered “I am so sorry” over and over.

He was not privy to her thoughts and could not tell why she was sorry. But he felt a strange twitch in his heart on seeing her fragile side.

He could not bring himself to hug her back as he had sworn to get over her and love his wife.

Knowing that he would never be the man in her life, he did not try to comfort her. He won’t be the person she could rely on as he wanted to love and take care of his wife. She, despite being his first love, would not be his priority.

And so, he patted her head and kept saying that everything will be okay, but did not hug her back.

Liliana calmed down after a while and let go of him, embarrassed.

“Sorry about that. I just…” She was too embarrassed to say anything.

“Don’t mention it!” He said handing her some tissues.

Unintentionally, they ended up giving quite a lot of footage to their spies. But they were too engrossed in their thoughts to know that.

In the car, Liliana closed her eyes as she thought back on what happened.

After a quiet contemplation, she realized that Jonathan had kept his word and maintained a clear distance between them.

She was filled with guilt. She knew she should tell him the truth but she did not have the heart to do so.

“Jonathan!” She said softly.

He could feel the vulnerability in her voice which took him aback. He did not know what to think. “Hmm” He simply said.

“When you find your wife, please try and forgive her.” She said in a low voice.

He kept quiet, a strange feeling surging in his heart.

He did not know how to respond to her.

‘Why would I need to forgive her when I am the one who wronged her all along?’ He thought.

But he did not voice his thoughts because he knew she would not answer anyway.

Another thing that kept bugging him was her overwhelming emotions. When she asked him to forgive her, it was almost like she was pleading. But why?

The car ride was silent with both of them absorbed in their own thoughts.