My Contract Husband Resembles the Male Protagonist - Chapter 15
It wasn’t Dale’s story, but it felt like a fictional world full of romance.
Even though Dale wasn’t the male lead or an extra, he could still experience love. Absolutely!
Besides, he’s handsome.
Just a passing glance, a glimpse after washing up, or even sweating profusely while chopping wood – he looked handsome.
“Indeed. A guy like him not having a single lover doesn’t make sense.”
He was a handsome enough man that he would catch anyone’s eye.
I looked at Dale, who remained silent.
‘If it’s an important secret, you don’t have to tell me. Sometimes you want to keep it to yourself.’
“……”
Dale glanced at me sheepishly.
‘Maybe I should have told you from the beginning.”
“Ah, you don’t have to. It’s okay.”
“’It might not be okay.”
He lowered his voice and looked at me.
The shadow of his hair made his face appear darker, and his golden eyes flickered with a tinge of sadness.
He seemed powerless, tense, and his lips looked dry.
“Actually…”
“Did you happen to get a new lover?”
Dale stiffened like a statue.
“You’re so hesitant, so I thought…”
His expression cracked a rare smile.
Dale ran his fingers through his disheveled black hair and opened his mouth, seemingly flustered.
“The lady next door, Mrs. Marge, mentioned that Dale is very popular among women. Even the ladies from the neighboring estate like Dale.”
“…..”
‘Some of the older ladies even had sketches of Dale. They said they were really disappointed to see you go. Is that true?’
“I…”
Dale, who awkwardly touched his cheek, looked at me with an embarrassed expression.
“I don’t like that idea.”
His voice was very serious.
“I haven’t dated any woman, nor have I done anything that could be misunderstood.”
From his earnest expression, it seemed like there really was nothing now.
But somehow, I felt like teasing him. I smirked and rested my chin on my hand.
“What’s there to misunderstand? Dale, do you even know about these kinds of things?”
“I know about them.”
He lifted his head and whispered,
“When our eyes meet.”
Dale looked into my eyes and continued,
“Having a conversation.”
“……”
“Saying that you like someone.”
I listened quietly and nodded. He had it right.
“But the last one is not a misunderstanding; it’s a confession, isn’t it?”
“…”
“Then if that’s a misunderstanding, it makes you a player.”
Dale looked at me for a moment and smiled. He seemed to be holding back something he wanted to say.
“With Dale’s face, you could look at someone intensely and say, “I like cats, I like dogs,” or whatever, and you might still be misunderstood.”
“That would be nice.”
He looked at me.
“It seems like misunderstandings don’t happen easily.”
“Do you really think so?”
“And again, I want to assure you, Miss Enya, that there is absolutely nothing to worry about. …There won’t be.”
I looked at Dale and nodded contentedly.
“After all, it’s guaranteed by the contract, right?”
It should be around clause 4 of the contract. I understood Dale’s implication. Since it’s in the contract, there’s no need to worry.
“I trust Dale. No matter what anyone says, I’ll trust Dale.”
“No matter what anyone says…”
He echoed my words.
“Yes.”
Looking visibly happier, he gave me a faint smile.
“Thank you.”
***
…Can I really trust him?
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Just a few hours after Dale went to work in the morning.
From somewhere unknown, a group of women came to visit.
“It’s a fake marriage, isn’t it?”
“Tell us how you married Dale, he promised us he would never be anyone’s……!”
Isn’t this a one-sided love?
There’s no way Dale would have made such a promise.
After Dale left for work, I thought about the women who came to my house and caused a ruckus.
“Are you rich?!”
One woman shouted.
“Is this how it is?”
This was a test to see if I was the right girl for Dale or not.
And whether or not they could change the mind of the man I was married to.
I couldn’t understand these women who were eyeing a man, even one who was already married.
“Isn’t this too much?”
Suddenly, Dale’s face came to mind.
“It suddenly makes sense.”
If I were to compare Dale’s beauty to a treasure, it would be like a giant ancient artifact that might be found once in a hundred million years…….
“Is she rich? Is that why you bought Dale with money?”
In the empire, trading money for anything related to life, including slaves, is illegal… There’s no need for me to lecture them on this, right?
I looked at the woman in question.
She was smirking at me with a confident face.
“Do you have a lot of money?!”
