My Contract Husband Resembles the Male Protagonist - Chapter 65
Marquis Schultz, described as the Emperor’s only friend, discovers that the original female protagonist is living in captivity and tries to help her.
—At least, that’s how it appears in the beginning of the novel.
Midway through, he reveals his true intentions.
‘He believed that getting rid of the emperor’s primary corrupting influence would be better, so he tried to keep her out of the emperor’s sight.’
Even so, he did provide some help in the end.
But in the original novel, no one makes it to the end alive.
Naturally, the Marquis dies as well.
‘Even the male protagonist dies following the female protagonist.’
Who wrote this? What kind of novel is this?
‘I should have read something with a brighter theme!’
But it was too late for regrets.
Once again, I fervently wished in my heart.
‘Emperor, get married. Emperor, get married. Marry anyone but me. Quickly. Emperor, please get married. Marry someone tomorrow. I don’t care who it is, just get married fast.’
It’s not like he’s completely uninterested in women.
“Why is that…?”
“Were you speaking to me?”
“No, I was just talking to myself.”
I walked slowly, arm in arm with Dale.
“Dale, what do you think it means if a man sends a flower basket to a woman every year on her birthday?”
The emperor sent me a flower basket every year on my birthday.
“It means he’s sending flowers.”
“No, I mean beyond that.”
Dale looked puzzled.
I asked again, seriously.
“There’s a man who sends flowers every year to a woman he has no relationship with. They’ve never met in person. Then, suddenly, he proposes to her. What do you think that means?”
“…..!”
Dale’s eyes widened.
“Could it mean he’s been in love with her all along?”
“…..”
Dale froze like someone who had just been trampled by an elephant.
He looked inexplicably pale as he stood still, hesitating before looking at me.
“I’m not that person, so I wouldn’t know.”
“Really? Well, that’s possible.”
That could be it.
Let’s change the question then.
“How about this? Does this mean that the man isn’t completely uninterested in the woman?”
“…Is having some interest enough?”
“Yes.”
Dale nodded.
“He is interested.”
“I see…!”
But then, why isn’t he getting married?
It’s clear he’s not completely uninterested in women.
‘Maybe the original story has changed…’
I briefly considered the possibility that the male protagonist’s interests had shifted, but it didn’t seem like it.
However, before the Emperor fell in love, he had a relatively normal, cold personality.
The problem started when he fell in love with the heroine and everything turned upside down.
“…..”
I felt a prickly gaze on me.
“Dale? What’s wrong?”
“Do you not like flowers?”
“Flowers? I like them.”
The moment I answered, Dale’s expression softened.
“I like them too.”
“Yes, flowers. Dale, it could be risky if you leave out the subject when you talk. Speaking like that in such a voice almost made me flutter.”
I laughed and leaned against Dale.
Being with Dale had become comfortable somehow.
“Miss Enya.”
Then Dale wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
For some reason, he looked distressed, as if he had made a difficult decision.
He bent down to look at me closely.
“I have something to tell you.”
“Something to tell me?”
“It’s time I…”
Neigh!
At that moment, the ground shook.
I turned to look.
“Ah…!”
Whoosh!
A horse galloped madly past us.
My heart pounded rapidly, realizing I could have been trampled if Dale hadn’t quickly pulled me into his arms.
“Are you alright?”
A concerned Dale urgently checked on me.
Neigh!
The carriage came to a halt.
Dale’s expression turned icy as he looked at the rude carriage.
‘That emblem on the carriage, I’ve seen it somewhere before.’
