My Contract Husband Resembles the Male Protagonist - Chapter 84
Then I felt a hot gaze on me.
“What are you looking at?”
I mouthed silently. Cassion, who had been staring at me intently, let out a sly chuckle.
It seemed he was amused by the role of observer in this little drama.
“Lady Lockheart. Did you think I wouldn’t recognize you?”
He had recognized me instantly. He said he’d known all along.
“Because I’m the Tower Master.”
I had underestimated their information network.
Using the fact that he knew my true identity, he started negotiating—or rather, threatening me.
“I want to visit my friend’s newlywed home. Dale never invited me, you see. I invited him plenty of times.”
“Ah, unrequited love is so sad.”
“You’ll never understand my feelings, Lady.”
I glared at Cassion, who smiled annoyingly.
It wasn’t just the fact that he had figured out who I was—something about him gave me a strange, uneasy feeling.
‘Could it be…!’
At that moment, a sharp thought crossed my mind.
‘Is he targeting Dale?!’
I briefly considered the genre of this novel.
It was a romance fantasy, right?
But Dale was just a side character, and there hadn’t been any mention of Cassion liking anyone, so it was possible he had feelings for Dale.
‘What is this?’
So, is Marquis Cassion Schultz my rival for Dale’s affection?
For some reason, it felt as if I had brought my husband’s lover right to our doorstep. It was unsettling. After all, Dale was someone anyone would want to have.
Great at cooking, has a good personality, makes good money, and is young.
There wasn’t a better man out there.
“……”
I widened my eyes and glared at Cassion.
“Hmm?”
He blinked, looking back at me. Pointing to himself, he mouthed, “Me?”
‘You.’
I nodded.
Then, I pointed at Dale. Cassion turned to look at Dale with wide eyes, then back at me.
‘X.’
I crossed my arms into a large X.
Then, I patted my chest hard.
‘My husband.’
In that instant, the marquis’s eyes narrowed. His lips curled into a smirk as he furrowed his brow.
“Hah!”
He let out a short laugh.
His expression seemed incredulous, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He looked at me with an exasperated face.
I shook my head at him, and Cassion sighed, closing his eyes as if he was giving up.
A silent battle took place behind Dale’s back.
“Lady.”
Finally, Cassion, surrendering first, called out to me in a low voice.
He looked at me with a pitying gaze and shook his head.
“I don’t know how you’ve survived this long with that level of awareness.”
“My awareness?”
Ah.
I stared at Cassion. Was he flustered because I saw through him so quickly?
He must have been surprised.
That’s understandable.
But Dale is my contract husband, so if anything were to happen between him and Cassion, it would be problematic.
Cassion may be suspicious and unsettling in some way, but he is handsome.
If someone like him were to charm Dale and win his heart…
‘That can’t happen.’
“Are you the type to doubt a man’s words?”
Cassion tilted his head and said,
“I think you’re seriously misunderstanding me. I’m not interested in Dale. It would be a problem if you thought I had a thing for him. I like women.”
He glanced at Dale and lowered his voice, chuckling.
“A lot.”
“That’s how it seems.”
“…It seems that way?”
Dale had innocent, pure, and gentle eyes, like those of a harmless puppy, while Marquis Cassion had sly, unsettling, snake-like eyes.
I couldn’t understand how they could be friends.
‘How did they even become friends in the first place?’
With my sharp observation and reasoning skills, I discovered one strange fact.
‘It’s only Cassion who’s eager in their relationship.’
Dale didn’t seem interested in Cassion.
But Cassion seemed very interested in Dale.
Even in friendships, there’s always one person who reaches out more. It seemed like Marquis Cassion was the one chasing after Dale.
Even though Dale was a skilled mercenary, the wizards at the Magic Tower, with their high pride—well, arrogance—were known for sticking together and not mingling much with other professions.
Marquis Cassion was suspicious.
“Can you swear on it? You’re really not after Dale?”
“I swear.”
But those eyes.
They were the dangerous eyes of a wolf watching over an innocent lamb.
“Really, you swear?”
“I swear on Dale himself.”
