I’ll Just Be Friends With My Ex-Husband

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When Alexid, who opened his dim eyes, moved, Louella also woke up.

“Yeah.”

Blinking her big eyes, Louella smiled.
“Mom .
.
.”

She was very half-asleep.

The duchess hugged Louella tightly.
Alexid, who was too big to hold the duchess anymore, became the duchess’ position.
His curly hair tickled the duchess’ cheeks.

“Anyway.
There’s no day that is spent quietly.” The duchess spoke gently, “You both look like angels when you sleep.”

“I think it’ll be weird if it’s quiet.
I think I’ll be disappointed,” the duke responded.

“That’s it, but .
.
.
But is it really okay for Alexid to train with the Knights?”

“Hmm.
He’ll be training with my peers, so it’ll be okay.”

“It felt like yesterday when I saw him walking around like a kid .
.
.
When did he grow up like this?” The duchess spoke, “I’m worried that Alexid will cry a lot.”

“It won’t be like that outside.
He pretends to be so mature.”

“Then I’m glad .
.
.
Lulu doesn’t cry a lot, but she’s very playful.
What’s going on with Gerald? Suddenly, she’s asking not to get engaged with him? What made her change her mind? Back then, she was so excited to see the ring!”

“Don’t worry too much, honey.
Let’s trust Lulu.”

“.
.
.
I hope both of them don’t grow too fast.
I wish I could hug them like this every day.”

The duchess spoke with a disappointed face and kissed Alexid on the cheek.

“Mom .
.
.”

“Good night, my angels.
Sweet dreams.”

Alexid smiled and buried his head in the Duke’s arms.
This time, the Duke kissed Lulu on the cheeks.

“Baby.
Sweet dreams.”

Seeing that her chubby cheeks are twitching, it is unlikely that she will wake up.
The duke and duchess have torn ahead of their two children’s bedrooms.

The noisy Duke Leander felt the warmth and darkness combined.

* * *

Oh my god.

When did I fall asleep?

When I woke up, I was lying on the bed.
Maybe my mom moved me onto the bed.
I often remember this happening all the time.

Anyway, I shouldn’t have fallen asleep like this!

I jumped up, kneading my slightly numb arm.

Fortunately, my bag was rolling around the bed as it was.

I quickly opened the letter.

Anyway, that enemy of a peanut punk.

Thanks to this, I finally saw the letter I was waiting for.

Can I see you at the Nippler Academy in three days?

“I succeeded!”

I hugged the letter and jumped on the bed.
In fact, it was an expected result to some extent.
I sent it to “him” because it was part of the graduation thesis submitted when “he” graduated.

I selected only the most important parts and wrote them down and sent them to the letter.

I should be partying!