Chapter 130 - The Handkerchief

Fae actually wanted to cry. She felt like she didn't have anyone to talk to because her peers on campus and Magnolia Café couldn't know her secret. 

She felt completely alone and lonely. At times like this, she really wanted to talk to a girlfriend or an older sister or mother, so that she could pour out what's in her heart.

Fae was stressed that her secret marriage had made her the target of malicious gossip on campus. She was also worried that her friends at Magnolia Café would think badly if they found out that she was the new owner's wife.

They might think negatively like those students in her school who assumed Fae was the mistress of some wealthy older man who paid for her school and now gave her the cafe to manage.

Against such accusations, Fae could never defend herself because she could not tell them that her husband was Prince Renald Hanenberg. It would hurt Ren's position and reputation.

But if she didn't do anything, the rumors would get bigger and she would be cornered even more. She didn't want to bring this up to her husband because she had seen how Ren could send his people to hurt Hendrik Milne and broke his legs without batting an eye. She couldn't take part in anything like that.

No matter how much she pretended not to be affected, Fae was deeply depressed and hurt inside. 

On the other hand, she also had to be patient with her situations. Ren could not take her publicly while she had to see her husband going to state events accompanied by Amelia, a woman she hated to the core. 

It hurt so much more because the public thought the two of them were a couple. As Ren's wife, Fae could only stand in a corner and do nothing. This really saddened her.

Fae stood pensive in front of the cafe. The cold autumn wind didn't bother her at all. Her mind was filled with sadness. She didn't know whether she would accept Ren's gift and come as the cafe owner or not.

She looked left and right. Many tourists flock to the Old Town area, which looked bustling today. However, even though she was in the middle of the crowd, Fae felt so alone.

She couldn't take it anymore.

Fae walked hurriedly toward the park. She decided to go straight home and not come to Magnolia Cafe as the owner. She was worried if she heard one more negative talk about her, she would lash out all the sadness and anger that had been building up in her chest.

She didn't notice that her tears were streaming down as she hurried toward the park. Today, the city park was not too crowded because it was lunchtime and most people were relaxing in cafes or restaurants. Only a few people were sitting, enjoying sandwiches, on the park benches.

Fae looked for John's car so she could quickly get in and hurry home, but after she walked around the park, she couldn't find it.

"John .. where are you? I am not feeling well. I cancel my visit to Magnolia Cafe. Now, I just want to go home," said Fae on the telephone.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Madame. I thought you will go home at 5 pm, as usual. Miss Amelia called me to come to Master's office to take care of something," said John. "I'll go there right away."

"Hmm ... no need then. I'll just take a taxi," said Fae, trying to hold back her irritation.

"No, Madame. Master will punish me if I let you go home alone. He told me firmly that I always have to drive you anywhere. He is worried that people will bother you again like the last time. Please wait for a moment. I'll be there soon."

"Alright .." Fae hung up the phone with a murky face. She finally decided to sit on one of the park benches.

Her gaze stared blankly at the boulevard across the park. There were so many couples having lunch together in cafes or taking a leisurely walk while holding hands intimately.

Ah .. she remembered that she and Ren were also affectionate in public during their vacation. Unfortunately ... they couldn't do it in Moravia. Fae couldn't even walk alone with him in public.

'You must not be greedy, Fae. You can't have it all. You've promised that you will be patient,' Fae scolded herself.

She turned away toward the park. Drops of tears involuntarily began to stream down her cheeks again.

She had restraint herself and exerted so much patience for more than a year. She didn't know if she would be able to endure it for another four.

And ... she didn't actually know if Ren would really succeed in his plan to step down from the throne the way he wanted it. What happened if he couldn't?

Fae opened her cell phone and looked for the latest news about Ren Hanenberg online. When she was feeling sad and lonely, the only one she could talk to was Ren, her husband. But, even earlier, the one who picked up her call was Amelia, the witch.

Fae felt a tightness in her chest. It was so heavy that she felt like she wanted to scream out all her frustration.

"Hey, take this ..." Suddenly, a gentle voice came from beside her, startling the sobbing girl. Fae turned to her right and found a big hand handing out a handkerchief over her shoulder.

Fae looked up and saw who it was, who was talking to her. It seemed that it was very rare for her to find someone who still brought a handkerchief in modern times like this. Even she, a woman, did not carry one.

Fae was dumbfounded as she saw the gaze of the man standing behind her. This man was extremely handsome and well-groomed. His golden curls framed his perfect face with a pair of beautiful bright blue eyes.

His clothes reminded Fae of her husband, who liked wearing dark-colored outfits. But if Ren was always wearing dark formal clothes to look more serious and older, this man seemed to like all-black attire.

Through his shirt, which was slightly opened at the top, Fae could see a leather strap necklace with a small silver dreamcatcher hanging from his neck. Fae frowned, trying to remember where she'd seen this man.

"Looks like you need this handkerchief. Please, take it," said the man again, gently.

Fae pursed her lips and tried to stop crying. She stared at the handkerchief and the man's face alternately, then she finally nodded. She took the handkerchief from the man's hand and wiped her eyes and nose. They were all so wet.

"Thank you," she said weakly. "Please give me your address, I'll send this handkerchief after washing..."

The man laughed softly at Fae's words. He then sat beside the girl, but still kept his distance.

"It's okay. I can order a new one. You just take it as a memento," he said lightly.

"Hm... Thank you." Fae pondered for a moment. She then turned to the man and asked. "Have we met before?"

The man shrugged. "Hmm .. maybe. Have you ever been bullied by a jerk with two of his thugs in the Old Town area?"

Fae looked at the man closely and then nodded. "Yes, I have! It means that at that time, you also helped me?!"

"Ah ... what a coincidence then. No wonder you felt quite familiar," said the man. "Why are you crying? Is someone bullying you?"

Fae pursed her lips and she couldn't hold back her tears again. She tried not to cry in front of this stranger, but somehow, at times like this, her tears actually flowed even harder.

"Hey ... are you okay? Do you need help? Where is your husband?"

That question only made Fae even sadder. She buried her head in her hands and sobbed.

Her husband was at a state luncheon with Amelia.

That hurt her feelings so badly.

Seeing Fae cry despondently, the man became embarrassed. He wanted to hug her and comfort her, but at the same time, he remembered that Fee was married. He didn't want to be a man who comforted other men's wives.

"Did your husband hurt you?" asked the man in a cautious tone. "If you are hurt and want to get help, I will help you."

Fae looked up and stared at the man with wet eyes. "He didn't hurt me, you misunderstood. I'm sad because of my own mistake. I'm fine .. I just need to cry for a while. I will be fine."

"Hmm ... All right, then," said the man. He gave Fae a look of pity. "I just wanted to help you. You remind me of my foster sister.. That is all."