I Abandoned the Male Lead Who Cheated with the Villainess - Chapter 29
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With an excited heart, Ivonne went to find Rix, and to her surprise, he was perfectly fine.
Whether he was exceptionally strong with alcohol or he had already recovered from the hangover, it was unclear. But there was something even more astonishing than his well-being.
It was Rix’s stature.
The man who had been overshadowed by Hamel, lacking any prominent features, and appeared weak due to his awkward nerdiness – where had that man gone? The guy who, despite being towering at least 190 cm, looked fragile due to his awkward posture was nowhere to be found.
In his place was a man with a confident and imposing presence, radiating light, as if surpassing the height of 190 cm.
A man, perhaps just after a shower, with the loosened pants hanging casually on his hips, opening the window. Even the simple act of pushing the sliding window radiated the bulging biceps and broad deltoids in the early summer morning sunlight. The lingering moisture on his body seemed refreshing like dewdrops.
At that moment, Ivonne cursed her exceptionally good eyesight that was shielded from not being exposed to electronic devices.
“If my eyes were worse, I might not have recognized that he’s the man from the dream.”
The sound of the thermos slipping from Ivonne’s weakened hand echoed as it hit the ground amidst the bird’s chirping.
Startled, the man, who was slowly turning around with a yawn, looked directly at her. Not only Ivonne had keen eyesight; the man’s pupils also constricted visibly.
“…”
“…”
It was a stifling silence. Thanks to that, Ivonne instinctively realized.
‘This… shouldn’t have been seen.’
So, the man must have concealed his true appearance and acted as a small, nerdy guy. Still, there was quite a significant difference between knowing it intellectually and feeling it on the skin.
Ivonne hastily tried to turn away. She didn’t know what was going on, but having her peace disrupted by someone else’s secret was utterly repulsive to her. However, she couldn’t move.
“Uh, huh?”
More accurately, her intention to turn away clashed with her body’s desire to move forward, resulting in a net zero. Her small foot lifted slightly, causing a strange disturbance. It was odd.
Ivonne was clearly thinking that she should escape from this eerie silence, but why did her body seem eager to run towards the man from her dream?
Due to the commotion in her steps, the thermos, which was on the verge of falling, made a clattering sound as it rolled away.
“…Ivonne.”
Rix called her. Her chest sank. It was a profoundly low voice, a call mixed with rough breath, as if he had swallowed a lot of coarse sand. That was all, but Ivonne’s thought of “Let’s escape from here!” vanished like melting snow.
“Ah…”
A faint breeze entered through her slightly parted lips. The scent of morning dew on damp leaves filled her nasal cavity.
She was running.
Guided by the voice that called her, or more precisely, the owner of this body that wasn’t her.
Joyfully and warmly, like another magnet attracting her, or as if her soul was responding. Ivonne ran towards him.
Thus, Ivonne, without a word, approached the wide-open window where Rix was, or rather, the man who wasn’t Rix.
Whether it was summer or not, running that short distance made her breathless, and a few strands of thin hair stuck to her forehead and neck.
Rix’s cabin was slightly elevated, and due to that, if Ivonne wanted to see Rix, who was already tall, she had to tilt her neck quite a bit. As she stared at him absentmindedly, Rix reached out with his dew-covered arm and swept Ivonne’s hair back.
“You didn’t have to run…”
It was unclear if his vocal cords were strained due to excessive drinking, if he had just awakened, or if this voice was his original voice. It was a rough voice, resonating evenly from the deep recesses, like an unfiltered ripple. It perfectly matched the flawless body that Rix was unabashedly displaying in front of her.
“Anyway… would you like to come in?”
Even the slightly rising intonation at the end sounded more like an order than an invitation, with such an authoritative voice that it unknowingly made Ivonne’s chest tremble.
Ivonne nodded slowly, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in Rix’s violet eyes. Only then did Ivonne realize something new.
‘The thickness of the lens is the same…’
Beyond those glasses, Rix’s face looked different. Where did the freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose and the seemingly pale skin go?
‘Oh, right. The face I saw at the bar yesterday.’
The finely carved and well angles, as if crafted by a master sculptor, formed a truly beautiful face with distinctive features that asserted themselves even in the darkness of the night with minimal lighting.
Rix’s face now seemed so suffocatingly languid and strangely exquisite.
‘That face was real.’
While heading toward the entrance, Ivonne couldn’t fathom how much she had longed for this, waiting for Rix to open the door. Even though he disappeared from her sight for just a moment, not seeing him felt like it made her heart melt.
‘When this door opens, will Rix still be his original self?’
