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Chapter 33 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting The moment my mind went blank, Camille's voice came back to me. “If you're really scared, just stomp hard on his foot and run. Don't worry about what happens afterward.” I had asked him what I should do if I ran away like that and failed. After thinking about it for a long time, Camille had handed me a pencil a few days later. “Then draw something anywhere with this. I'll come and get you.” Pagoda's hand pressing down on my shoulder…-
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Chapter 32 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting As the conversation dragged on, I looked around, searching for a moment to catch my breath. “At the banquet, did you deliberately pretend not to know Young Master Noah Pistachio?” “Pardon?” Instead of answering, I pointed with my chin toward the newspaper lying beside him. The front page was plastered with a huge headline about Gael embezzling funds from his suppliers. Rather than focusing on his disappearance, the article centered on…
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Chapter 31 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting “There’s no reason for you to go all the way to his mansion. Especially after what happened at the exhibition, going there just for the sake of etiquette is ridiculous.” “Well, that’s true, but…… I’ve already agreed to go. What can I do?” “Sometimes, when I look at you, you seem clever, but at other times, you’re really quite foolish.” “Wow, now there’s nothing you won’t say.” “I’m merely listing my…
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Chapter 30 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting Camille deliberately didn't ask me anything. Perhaps that was his way of being considerate. “Why? Is there some special reason?” However, the man in front of me was behaving quite differently. “……Aren't you asking a little too much? My husband never did that.” I indirectly expressed that it made me uncomfortable for him to act that way while wearing Camille's appearance. But the answer that came from his lips was different from…
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Chapter 29 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting “Pardon?” “Like you did at the exhibition.” “……Ah.” I had thought he would have forgotten about it by now, but Claude seemed to remember how frightened I had been when Pagoda cornered me at the last exhibition. At his unexpected words, my lips instinctively pressed tightly together. “Come to think of it, it wasn't entirely incomprehensible. Everyone has something they're particularly vulnerable to.” “…….” His…
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Chapter 28 My Husband Lives Inside a Painting In stark contrast to the noisy banquet hall, the corridor was so quiet that not a single person's shadow could be seen. It wasn't until I was left alone in the middle of the chilly corridor that I finally came to my senses. What was I thinking? Just because he had hair that resembled my husband's, I had followed him without a second thought? The realization that I still hadn't escaped the shadow of my dead husband felt like proof that I…
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Chapter 27 My Husband Lives Inside a Painting I hurriedly continued speaking before he could get any farther away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that because I don’t trust you.” “……” “But put yourself in my shoes. If someone you barely knew suddenly said something like that to you, wouldn’t you be confused? You don’t even know what my plans are.” At my words, Claude suddenly stopped walking. When I looked up at him, slightly flustered, he paused for a moment…
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Chapter 26 My Husband Lives in a Painting Apparently, Claude was interested in something else. “Who is that child? His name is Johen, I believe.” Since I wanted to change the subject anyway, I took a sip of black tea before answering immediately. “Johen is a child who lives at the Agnus Orphanage.” “The Agnus Orphanage?” I briefly wondered how much I should tell him, then decided to give him only a suitable amount of information. “Johen’s older sister, a girl named Anne-Marie, has…
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Chapter 25 My Husband Lives Inside the Painting “What, are you picky about who your master is or something?” Camille pouted at the sudden sting of disappointment rising in her chest, but the flowers remained stubbornly silent. With a sullen expression, Camille returned to the cottage and leaned back against the bench in front of it. She crossed her legs and stared at the distant mountains. “…I’m bored.” The tail that had sprouted for the first time today smacked against the…
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chapter 24 My Husband Lives in the Painting Camille frowned when he realized that he hadn't been paying attention to what I was saying, yet he seemed to find even that amusing, a faint smile appearing at the corners of his lips. “You look really pretty when you’re concentrating, too.” “…Camille. Pay attention to what I’m saying.” “But are you sure you’ll be okay going alone? I won’t be able to help you outside.” His ability to slip away before I could even scold him…
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