My Contract Husband Resembles the Male Protagonist - Chapter 67
“Yes. Today, I want to make tea for Dale.”
I went into the kitchen and started boiling water.
“……You want to make tea for me?”
He looked at me with surprised eyes, patting his face with a towel. His wet black hair contrasted against his pale, clean skin, making it look even darker today.
‘Even if Marquis Schultz is handsome, in my eyes, Dale is the most handsome.’
I secretly sided with Dale in my heart. My arms bent inward, and Dale was my contract husband, after all.
“Sit down. I’ll make it quickly. Dale, you drink green tea, right?”
But where were the green tea leaves?
Since this wasn’t the house in Grunwald, I didn’t know the exact location. I started opening the kitchen drawers one by one.
“It’s in the upper cabinet.”
“Oh! Really?”
I stood up and turned around.
“!”
Right in front of me was Dale’s broad chest.
He opened the high cabinet and took out the tea leaves for me.
‘I mustn’t breathe!’
I held my breath, afraid my breath might touch him.
Pure thoughts… Clear thoughts…
But he was too close. His chest, no, his whole body was too close.
Why wasn’t I turning my head away? I could turn my head, but why wasn’t it moving?
I found myself staring wide-eyed at Dale’s body.
“Since it’s stored in a place above your height, it must be hard for you to reach.”
“Ah… that’s true. Thank you. I really needed it.”
My heart pounded after seeing such a magnificent sight.
But seeing his innocent expression made me realize I was the only one with strange thoughts.
“Wait. Miss Enya, your face is red. Are you running a fever?”
“Me? Ah, no. I feel cool and good.”
I avoided Dale’s worried gaze and focused on brewing the tea.
“Here, it’s ready.”
“……It’s too precious to drink.”
“I can make more. Just drink it.”
However, Dale just stared at the cup, holding it tightly in both hands and hesitating for a long time.
‘He really looks like he regrets it.’
What Dale was doing now was part of fulfilling the contract, just playing the newlywed couple concept.
But sometimes, when I looked at him, it really felt like he married me for love.
Dale is really good at acting.
“Oh right, Dale. Who was that person earlier?”
Clink.
At that moment, Dale’s hands, which had been fiddling with the teacup, froze.
“Someone I don’t know well.”
“Hmm… really?”
Even though our contract stated ‘avoid keeping secrets as much as possible,’ it didn’t seem appropriate to press him now.
He seemed like someone who wanted to hide something.
‘Then it’s right not to ask.’
Thinking about it, it was also a matter of personal privacy.
We had promised not to invade each other’s private lives.
I sipped my tea and looked at Dale.
“It’s okay. I wasn’t really that curious.”
“……”
Dale seemed to be contemplating before he spoke heavily.
“That man is Cassion Schultz. He recently became a marquis.”
“Really?”
I feigned ignorance.
“How did you meet Marquis Schultz? You looked quite familiar, so I was curious.”
“……”
“It’s the first time I’ve seen a friend of yours.”
“He’s not a friend.”
Dale firmly distanced himself from Marquis Cassion Schultz.
It was the first time I’d seen him express himself so clearly.
“We knew each other briefly through work. We only know each other’s faces, so there’s nothing that would trouble you, Enya.”
Dale spoke with an apologetic expression.
Suddenly, why me?
“Because he’s the Marquis of Schultz, I didn’t want to tell you.”
“Ah. In case it reaches my father’s ears?”
There was a certain connection between our family and the Marquis of Schultz.
If the Lockhart ducal house supports the Emperor, the Schultz marquisate stands with the Emperor.
From the time the current Emperor, the male protagonist, was an unknown prince, Marquis Schultz had been secretly assisting him.
‘Which means he had more foresight than even my father.’
Marquis Schultz was the Emperor’s friend.
Because they were the same age, they became the closest of friends.
‘Yes, they are the same age.’
For a moment, my head spun.
