After I Died, My Husband Went Mad - Chapter 302 - After Story 1

How wonderful would it be if simply confessing your love made everything fall perfectly into place? After making up with Sebelia, Dehart dreamed that only happy days would follow.

But the world was far too complicated to live on love alone.

“Your Grace, Sir Ryan has been howling every day, wondering when you’ll finally come back.”

“There’s word a meeting will be called to fill the vacant seat of Marquis Rimms. The chair sent a personal letter asking you to attend.”

“After dismissing all of Mrs. Gren’s servants, Hillend Hall is short on help. Before we start hiring replacements, your advice is needed.”

With these updates coming morning and night, Dehart felt like his old neurosis was about to resurface.

Just yesterday he’d spent the entire day running to the palace, sorting out the messes left by all the criminals—and now, as soon as he was about to enjoy the newlywed life he’d barely begun, his subordinates kept interrupting.

What a twisted form of loyalty.

With a face like the living dead, Dehart entered the annex he’d built for Sebelia. Ss always, she was there—so beautiful and beloved it nearly hurt to look at her.

“You’re home, Dehart?”

“Bella.”

She greeted him with her usual warm smile, and as he pulled her into his arms, all his worries seemed to melt away.

“I swear, those lot must think I’m their parent. They can’t do a thing by themselves, and I don’t think they’ve left me alone for a single moment.”

“Poor thing. Come, sit down. Let’s talk for a bit.”

Letting her guide him, Dehart dropped onto the long sofa by the window, naturally resting his head in her lap. Sebelia stifled a laugh at his shamelessness and waved away the servant who had been about to bring tea.

“I don’t think I could eat a thing right now anyway.”

“Are you really being run that ragged?”

“Feel for yourself. I’ve lost weight since last time.”

He nudged her hand to his cheek, but no matter where she touched, his skin was still smooth and soft—he hardly looked exhausted at all.

He’s such a drama queen.

Sebelia thought, but she didn’t say so aloud. She already knew Dehart only said things like this; in truth, he handled all the business sent from Hillend Hall flawlessly, and Ryan’s daily letters were more of a prank than any real problem.

Instead of pointing that out, Sebelia just gently stroked the dark circles under his eyes and ran her fingers through his ‘messy’ hair—both of which were, frankly, barely noticeable.

Dehart lay there quietly in her lap, feeling her gentle touch, and slowly, the worry lines on his brow began to fade.

“Honestly, today wasn’t too bad. Fewer pests than usual.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“I sent Eli away. Maybe that’s why it’s so peaceful. If only every day could be like this…”

Sebelia accepted his grumbling without much thought. She knew Dehart didn’t actually hate Eli or Ryan—this was just his way of seeking attention.

“When I’m with you, I can finally relax.”

His voice was languid, eyelids heavy. The sunlight danced across his lashes and made his eyes gleam like jewels beneath those soft, black curls. It was a sight she’d once thought she’d never see. That gentle smile was just for her.

It was a beautiful moment. So beautiful, in fact, that it hurt a little. But how could she not know? All of Dehart’s childlike antics were simply ways of asking for her affection, for a place by her side.

It was the only way he knew to keep her close.

Some people said he’d gone soft, become childish because of a woman, lost his sense, turned into a lovesick fool. But Dehart always just scoffed at such talk.

Truthfully, Sebelia herself found his transformation fascinating. To think that the infamous tyrant of Hillend Hall had become a lover who openly showed his weak side—sometimes she could hardly believe it.

She was delighted with him this way.

It kind of reminds me of when we were in the lab.

Back then, Dehart would desperately try to get close to her, fumbling as if wearing clothes that didn’t quite fit. Now, acting spoiled around her came as naturally as breathing.

And for all the naysayers, Dehart had never once lost his sense of judgment since they’d been together.

“Dehart, how long are you going to let Sir Ryan send you those pleading letters?”

Sebelia’s voice was calm as she began to reason with him. Gold eyes darted nervously under his downcast lashes as he searched for an escape, and she couldn’t help but smile softly.

“Don’t you think it’s time you paid him a visit?”