My Contract Husband Resembles the Male Protagonist - Chapter 76
Dale quietly walked me to the carriage.
He didn’t sit next to me, but as usual, sat across from me.
With his jet-black hair that seemed to absorb light and golden eyes like the sun, he stared intently at me.
It was a cold day today, so he was wearing a fur-lined robe, which made his already large frame look even bigger.
Then, outside the window, the early snow began to fall.
“Ah, I guess this is why it was so cold and gloomy today.”
I watched the snow falling like grains of rice.
Then I looked at Dale, who still hadn’t said anything. Surely, he could at least respond….
“Oh…”
Dale had fallen asleep at some point.
He was sleeping in an uncomfortable position with his arms crossed. I quietly closed my mouth so as not to wake him.
The carriage was dark, and I couldn’t see Dale’s face clearly.
Shadows passed over and brightened again as we crossed a bridge.
I stared quietly at Dale’s face.
Seeing him asleep made him look strangely young. I couldn’t help but think that even as a child, Dale must have been mature.
Watching him like this, I became curious about him.
Thump.
My heart pounded loudly as I gazed at Dale.
It was a strange feeling. Suddenly, my heart rate sped up, and my hands began trembling uncontrollably. Not just my hands, but my feet too. My whole body, in fact.
Just as I was trembling without understanding why, warmth touched my hand.
“…Dale?”
At some point, Dale had woken up and was holding my hand. He looked at me with a worried expression.
“Are you feeling unwell?”
“N-no. It’s just… all of a sudden.”
Before I knew it, I was even breaking out in a cold sweat.
“Thank you. I guess I lost strength because I was hungry….”
I hadn’t realized that my legs almost gave out. Once I sat down again, my heartbeat returned to normal.
But the strange sensation from before lingered, and my hand was still trembling. I never experienced something like this before.
At that moment, Dale came and sat next to me. He wrapped his robe around me like a blanket, enveloping me in warmth.
His embrace was comforting, and the gentle pat on my back gave me solace.
‘…Why did I suddenly feel like that while looking at Dale?’
But for some reason, a part of my heart felt strange.
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[Emma. Is there any illness that makes your heart feel like it’s dropping when you look at someone? We don’t have any family history of such a condition, right? Please check for me.]
I wrote a quick letter and sent it to Emma.
Then I started organizing my bag.
“This is the paperwork with the seal for the house deed. And this is the one Dale and I… wait, huh?”
Suddenly, the signature field caught my eye.
There was Dale’s personal information written down.
“Dale’s birthday is in a few days.”
I hadn’t noticed since it wasn’t marked on the calendar. His birthday was fast approaching—November 10th.
Dale would never have mentioned something like this himself.
‘He was probably planning to let it pass quietly.’
But a birthday comes just once a year. A single, precious and special day.
Even though we were a fake couple, the bond Dale and I had formed wasn’t fake.
“Alright. I’ll prepare something for Dale’s birthday.”
But what does Dale even like?
Dale…
Nothing came to mind that he might like.
I searched the entire house, from the first floor to the third. The house was so neat and plain, without any interior that seemed to reflect the owner’s personality. It was the epitome of ordinary.
“The clothes Dale likes are… white or black.”
I nodded while jotting this down but then shook my head. He wasn’t a Go stone.
Dale really doesn’t know how to accentuate his good looks, does he?
“So, based on his clothing preferences: clean, white, and black.”
…This is hard.
His tastes seemed both clear and ambiguous at the same time. It wasn’t easy to figure out what would suit him.
“What is Dale good at?”
Cooking, household chores, swordsmanship, and, of course, looking good.
“Aaaaahhhhh.”
I grabbed my head and let out a scream. I had no idea what to get Dale that would make him happy!
“Maybe Dale himself doesn’t even know?”
At this point, if I asked him, he’d probably just say “nothing.”
What does Dale like?
What on earth does he enjoy?
Does he even have something he likes in this world?
