My Contract Husband Resembles the Male Protagonist - Chapter 70
With a reluctant expression, Dale slowly lay down at the very edge of the bed, as if he was being cautious around me.
‘There’s no need for that.’
Finally lying down, Dale glanced at me.
“….Good night.”
“You too, Dale.”
I turned off the light.
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, Dale’s handsome features became pleasantly blurred.
Usually, he was too dazzling, but now it was just right.
I gazed at him quietly.
“……”
“……”
“Do you have something to say to me…?”
Dale asked in a hushed voice.
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
“I need to go out for a bit in the morning.”
“Busy again tomorrow?”
I felt his gaze on me.
He looked at me with narrowed eyes.
“Oh, this?”
On my wrist, there was a small scar.
It wasn’t very noticeable, but if you paid attention, it was quite prominent.
“I got it when I was little.”
I didn’t remember how it happened at all.
“I don’t remember how I got it. I must have scratched it or fallen and cut myself or something like that.”
Then I noticed that Dale’s expression looked a bit sad.
“Are you worried it hurts? It doesn’t hurt at all. Don’t worry.”
He must have a kind nature.
I gave him a bright smile.
“I really don’t remember. If I did, it would probably be more painful. Since I don’t, I think it’s fortunate. If it left a scar, it must have been a bad injury. I’m glad I forgot.”
Dale turned slightly.
Propping his head up with his hand, he gazed down at me intently.
“Sometimes, forgetting is the greatest blessing.”
“That’s right.”
I smiled at the scar before wishing him goodnight.
“Goodnight, Dale.”
* * *
Dale lay flat on his back, staring at the ceiling with a sigh.
“……”
He wasn’t sure how they ended up sleeping together, but one thing was clear: this wasn’t the kind of ‘relationship’ between a man and a woman that he knew.
Enya probably thought of him as nothing more than a slightly longer pillow.
A pillow with limbs, an inanimate object.
“……”
While Enya slept soundly, Dale couldn’t sleep at all.
Instead of feeling drowsy, lying next to Enya only made his eyes more bloodshot.
He already had a bit of insomnia, but this was beyond that—it was torture.
He lay there, his mind restless and his heart burning.
“Mmm……”
Hearing Enya’s steady breathing beside him, Dale secretly sighed.
How did things get to this point?
His subordinates would find this situation laughable.
Though, they would probably disappear by his hand before they could laugh.
The one who removed all the furniture was undoubtedly Getty, his mischievous aide who enjoyed these bizarre pranks.
“Leave it to me, sir! I know the perfect way to bring the lady and His Majesty closer.”
Who knew he meant closer physically?
This wasn’t good.
Just being next to her was nerve-wracking, but watching her sleep made both his body and mind ache.
Dale couldn’t conceal his troubled heart as he watched Enya sleep deeply.
‘She must be really indifferent to it.’
The longer he stayed beside her, the more his mind became clear, but Enya slept soundly regardless of his presence.
Dale stared at the scar on Enya’s left wrist.
“It’s better if she forgets forever.”
He gently stroked her wrist before getting out of bed.
He could feel that his health was not what it used to be. Lately, he had felt the cold more acutely.
He needed to tell Enya that he was the emperor as soon as possible, but he kept wanting more.
A surge of heated emotions swept through him as he lightly touched her cheek with a finger.
He remembered Enya’s bold statement,
“I won’t cross the line.”
“Why……”
Dale, with a drooping expression, gently rubbed Enya’s wrist.
“It would be nice if you crossed it.”
His eyes were filled with longing as he gazed at her. He couldn’t cross the line first; he had at least that much propriety.
Dale, looking wistfully at the sleeping Enya, made a sorrowful face.
His eyes seemed particularly downcast.
He undid another button of his pajamas that he had loosened for Enya’s comfort.
“What should I feed her……”
Dale murmured quietly.
“So she’ll understand.”
