My Contract Husband Resembles the Male Protagonist - Chapter 82
She grabbed my dress with her strong hands and tore it.
I stared in disbelief at the torn fabric. Was it even possible to rip a dress like paper?
“Wait a minute.”
“It’s mine. All of it is mine! Mine!”
“My goodness! Lady!”
“Move!”
The lady, her eyes wild with fury, shoved the clerks trying to stop her and lunged at me.
Just as her sharp fingernails were about to scratch my cheek—
“That woman’s a noble lady?”
A cold voice, laced with a gentle baritone, echoed through the air.
“I see Duke Hexagon must have had a late child while he was locked up.”
The man easily grabbed both of the lady’s wrists and let out a small laugh.
At that moment, our eyes met.
He smiled softly, his eyes crinkling warmly.
“We meet again, my friend’s wife.”
It was Marquis Cassion Schultz.
“…..!”
“Surprised? I’m not someone you’d forget easily.”
His soft voice reached me.
“Neither you nor I.”
Releasing Lady Lockheart’s hands, he approached me.
He tilted his chin, gesturing at the lady, and looked at me as if asking whether I knew her.
“Friend?”
“That can’t be.”
“So, do you know her?”
“I’ve never seen her before. Just like I’ve never seen you, Marquis.”
“Like me?”
He suddenly burst out laughing. The man with golden hair swept it back and stretched his lips into a long smile.
“So Dale has mentioned me, huh? Judging by how you dislike me.”
“….! M-Marquis?”
At that moment, Lady Lockheart seemed visibly shocked, staring at the man. The clerks looked as if they were about to faint.
Marquis Schultz straightened me up and smoothed out the crumpled collar of my robe. He claimed Dale was his friend, but he seemed like someone with no shared interests with Dale at all.
With his glamorous blond hair and sparkling white attire, he appeared to be someone who valued aesthetics.
“So, Lady.”
“Why… no, wait.”
Oh, right. I’m not her.
I instinctively glanced at Marquis Schultz.
Our eyes met at the same time.
‘…What is this?’
He gave a soft chuckle, narrowing his eyes as he turned to look at the imposter pretending to be Lady Lockheart.
“There are only two noble ladies in this empire. Are you a foreign noble? Or perhaps a late-born child of House Hexagon?”
“H-how rude…! Do you think I’ll let this slide?”
Smack.
As she tried to escape in a hurry after her sharp retort, Marquis Cassion caught her.
“Whether it’s the House of Hexagon or Lockheart, I know the faces of every member of the empire’s two ducal families.”
He narrowed his eyes slightly as he smiled.
“I’m curious, Lady, which noble family are you from?”
“W-what did you say?”
“If I don’t satisfy my curiosity, I won’t be able to sleep at night.”
The fake lady’s red face was starting to turn darker.
She couldn’t keep her eyes in one place, darting them around to avoid Cassion’s gaze.
“M-m-m-move, move, move!”
Smack!
The fake lady pushed the Marquis and dashed out of the boutique.
“Wait for me, Lady!”
The women who had been following her rushed out after her.
Once they were gone, the boutique fell into a quiet stillness. However, the mess they left behind was substantial.
Looking around at the chaos, I couldn’t help but feel exasperated.
At that moment, a soft touch rested on my shoulder.
The coat, warm and sweet-smelling without any artificial scent, was the one Cassion Schultz had been wearing just moments ago.
He smiled warmly as our eyes met.
Well, I couldn’t refuse.
I accepted the coat that Marquis Schultz draped over me.
I must have looked like a complete mess.
“If I don’t take your coat, Dale would be worried, right?”
“Honestly, he’ll be worried even if you do.”
He scrunched his nose playfully and laughed.
“You might not know it yet, but that guy has a serious possessiveness.”
His lighthearted, easygoing voice suited his sharp… no, rather sociable demeanor.
Cassion fiddled with his hair as he looked at me.
“Watching him from the sidelines, it’s admirable, really.”
He muttered something vague.
“His feelings are even more remarkable. His devotion never wavers.”
“Dale is a good person.”
“Indeed.”
Cassion nodded at my words, his smile deepening.
“You’ve got yourself a fine husband.”
He buttoned the top of the coat I was wearing and whispered softly in my ear,
“Lady Lockheart.”
