My Contract Husband Resembles the Male Protagonist - Chapter 7
It seemed like the world froze for a moment.
Bam!
Dale, who had risen from his seat, stood behind me and glanced at the wall.
“Excuse me?”
Was it an unreasonable request?
Well, asking someone to marry you was probably unusual.
But living a life of wandering every few weeks or months had become tiresome.
“If I have this man by my side, I won’t have to do that anymore, right?”
I had considered marrying other men, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t marry just any man.
No one I had met fit my taste.
However, this man was quite to my liking.
While it’s true that I liked handsome men, there were also specific preferences within that handsomeness.
Moreover, since it wasn’t a real marriage, why not?
“Rather than marrying a nobleman who doesn’t fit my taste and having a contractual marriage, it’s easier to cleanly part ways with a mercenary, right?”
A mercenary, no need for family management.
A husband or in-laws to deceive?
Also not needed.
“He’s the best.”
He was my top (contract) fiancé.
And he was handsome, with separate living spaces, and no interference.
I gazed at Dale’s broad back.
If I had to go through a contract marriage, it should be with a man like him.
I looked at the firm muscles of my perfect prospective fiancé’s sturdy back.
But why wasn’t he answering? Was I short on money?
“Hoo…”
It sounded like a deep sigh, but I decided to attribute it to my mood.
Then, Dale turned his head to look at me.
“Why would you need a husband…”
“What?”
“You need a husband…”
His blushing face looked confused, and his face twisted like he was about to cry, pinched his forehead, and looked like a mess.
“It seems like there’s a man who likes Miss Anne.”
“Me?”
“Why do you want a contract husband instead of a proper marriage?”
“Because I don’t want to get married.”
“….!”
Dale’s expression was like a squirrel who had just had its acorn taken away.
“Marriage. Why…”
“What? I can’t hear you well.”
“Have you… received a proposal?”
“Of course.”
Earlier, he seemed like he might be popular.
Now, did that statement mean he hadn’t received a confession?
“My story is long. I’ve been running away for three years because the proposal was the problem.”
“…”
“I was proposed to by a very dangerous, scary, and cruel man.”
“Dangerous, cruel…”
Dale pressed his forehead with more seriousness than before. His face even looked paler.
“What is the name of that dangerous and cruel man?”
“If I tell you his name, will you know him?”
“Ah…”
Dale looked surprised.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know.”
“Again.”
The mercenary, who seemed fascinated by the fact that he knew the names of all imperial citizens, now seemed puzzled.
“I can’t tell you the name. Dale didn’t accept the request.”
“…”
“Are you interested in my request?”
Dale, who had been staring at me for a long time, wrinkled his forehead in apparent distress and then smoothed it out as he pondered a lot.
“Or not. I won’t force you.”
The moment I stood up from my seat, he grabbed me.
“I will do it. That request.”
“Really?”
“The money, please.”
Dale quickly responded.
“I will be your husband, Miss Anne.”
***
“So, this person is my father, Duke Lockheart. My real name is not Anne, it’s Enya Lockheart. I’m a lady of the Lockheart family.”
Once Dale accepted the request, everything was quickly resolved.
Basic pay: 1 million crobats.
Additional fee: 10,000 crobats per day, to be placed in the jewelry box in the living room every morning.
※ If direct payment is not possible due to an overnight stay, pay in advance and leave it.
And the contract.
Dale and I, under mutual agreement, drafted the contract and each took a copy.
“But, Dale, aren’t you surprised?”
Dale, having heard the question, tilted his head with a smile.
“Even though the person who proposed to me is the Emperor, I expected you to be more surprised. I thought he would be someone beyond imagination, but not at all?”
“It wasn’t unexpected.”
“Really?”
“I hoped not, but…”
“What? Oh, the carriage shook, and I couldn’t hear.”
“It’s nothing.”
A faint sigh could be heard from him.
His gaze out the window looked strangely uneasy.
I silently observed him.
His thick black hair shimmered like a black leopard, and his agile eyes had a cat-like charm, making him look more attractive.
His clean and translucent skin added an innocent and beautiful touch.
Moreover, with a high nose and broad shoulders, he didn’t look fragile at all.
“Is he an extra?”
I glanced at his tightly pulled shirt.
