I Found a Husband When I Picked up the Male Lead - Chapter 14

T/N: here’s anotha one hahahaha13

Chester headed to the market again today.

It was because he wants to finish decorating the child’s room before finding Raphelion.

A child who he believes must be alive.

Raphelion was the child of Iorn, the guardian and close friend he loved the most.

He’s never met the kid before, but Chester wanted to raise the Raphelion without lacking anything. As much as the love he received from his brother, he wanted to give him everything he had to fill and love him.

For him, Iorn was a substitute for his father.

The reason he visited the market today was because of his brother’s saying that Raphelion likes to see stars.

“When I see his big red eyes looking at the stars, I feel crushed. I want to protect this little precious being.”

With that in mind, Chester bought star-shaped objects whenever he had time.

On the ceiling, stars were drawn with magical fluorescent paint, and everything- from frames, star-shaped to toys, they were all star-shaped.

The Raphelion’s room was already saturated with star-shaped items, but he still feels it lacking.

Maybe that was another way of expressing his longing for his brother.

Chester looked around the store and reached out to find a snowglobe containing a large star. Sparkling snowglobe were definitely something children would love.

However, it was not a snowglobe he caught, but a white and warm hand.

He quickly raised his head and looked to the side.

There stood Werazel, who made such a grimace that he wondered if he could make such a grimace.

He himself doesn’t like the situation very much, but her attitude made him quite upset.

“What’s with that look?”

“I got it first,” said Werazel wryly.

She has an expression on her face that he did not understand.

She tightened her hold in the snowball she caught and pulled it towards her, but Chester also gave strength showing he was not willing to back down.1

The arms of the two became tense.1

“The two of you have a good eye. It’s a magic snowball, so when you press the switch underneath it, the light comes on.”

It was something Raphelion would like.

The bright and shiny objects are enough to grab the child’s attention.

Lizelle gave strength in her eyes towards Chester with unspoken pressure to let go first.

However, it was a threat that didn’t work for him, like a solid brick.

“This is the last stock left. Ho-ho-ho.” 2

At the owner’s words, the two glared at each other fiercely and became more eager to have the snowglobe.

“Duke, I caught it first, so let it go.”

“I caught it at the same time. You give up.”

The two cats, with their fur standing up, growled at each other. 1

The owner was perplexed on the outside, but couldn’t hide his satisfaction inside.

“Do you have a hobby of collecting baby stuff?”

A big man and a noble woman are having a fight because they can’t give up a small snowglobe.

“Mom, look at that! Adults are fighting over toys! “3

The child who was passing by the market while holding hands with his mother shouted when he saw the appearances of Chester and Lizelle.

“Shh! Don’t talk about it!”

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“…”

“…”

The mother noticed that she was a nobleman after seeing her, and she quickly left her place as she tried to join the child.

Other people also looked at the two and laughed inwardly, but the two didn’t care at all.

Rather, Werazel was hoping that Chester, who valued face, could not stand the situation and let go first.

“I do not care.”

But this guy, like an impenetrable fortress, does not even care about the gazes around him.

Werazel thought his tenacity was great, but on the other hand she couldn’t understand him, who didn’t give up because of his pride, on where he was going to use this little toy.

Does he really have a hobby of collecting such things? 

“Huh? Did the butler come with you?”

Werezel, who could never lose, said, looking behind Chester, surprise etched on her face.

“What?”

It was the moment when Chester’s head turned around, wondering what would happen with Lohan because he was definitely alone.

Werazel pulled the snowball strongly.

“How much?”

Today’s winner was Werazel. 8

She paid the price to the owner with the snowball in her hand.

Chester looked down at his empty hand with a shocked face.

His red eyes shook lightly at the absurdity of being subjected to such shallow trick.4

Werazel, who received the wrapped snowglobe, smiled broadly at the mute Chester.

There was a feeling of satisfaction that she won again today.

“Aren’t you going?”

The graceful and confident gait moved forward light as a feather.

Chaseter grinned slightly as he saw Werazel walking away first with a smile.

He didn’t feel annoyed or defeated like yesterday for some reason. 3

Her soft, sunny smile was as bright as a child’s.

He wondered when was the last time he’s seen someone smiling so sincerely lately.

All around him were the only ones who concealed their emotions and pretentiously laughing. Disgusting, sickening people.

However, she laughed innocently for just one toy.

What a weird woman.

No. No.

He shook his head and straightened the smile he didn’t know he expressed.

What else can a scammer not do? Weren’t they the ones who could always create a sincere smile?

Chester followed her with long strides, thinking she was far expert than he had originally thought.

Other than the snowball, he didn’t have anything he liked anymore, and it was good to watch her up close.

“Hmmmm~.”

Werazel exited the market, humming with a happy heart.

She felt good to think that Lapel would like the snowball. Even more so because she bought it after winning against that duke. 2

She didn’t want to lose to him because of what transpired yesterday.

I have to go back quickly. Lapel is waiting for me. 

Werazel walked  faster to return to the carriage.

Unexpectedly, somebody shouted, with a sound of  rattling back and forth,

“Move! Let me pass!”

When Lizelle turned her head, a wagon with a large load was rushing towards her.

Her frail body leaned aside and turned to the side, as she was worried that it would hit her.

“Oh hey….”

The tip of her nose that she had bumped into something was tingling. Lizelle rubbed her nose and raised her head, and saw the Chester under her.

The two bodies were completely in close contact with each other.

“Are you okay?”

Two pairs of eyes stared at each other.

A voice that was as hard as the arms hugging her waist pierced her ears.

Apparently, he had saved her from almost hitting the cart.

“Yes, I’m fine.”

Werazel stood up against his stone-like chest.

She moved out of his arms, trying to avoid the embarrassing situation as much as possible.

Chester also stood up, brushing off his dirt-stained clothes.

The warmth he felt in his arms had already disappeared.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry, Duke,” the owner of the wagon begged, kneeling in front of Chester.

He had almost injured a nobleman, so he had nothing left to say.

“Be careful.”

But contrary to expectations, Chester spoke to the owner with a blunt face and only picked up the items that had fallen from the cart.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll do it!”

The owner bent his back and apologized.

Chester picked up the fallen objects and put it on the cart.

Werazel, who couldn’t just watch, also gave a hand. With so many helping hands, the task was over quickly.

“Sorry, thank you very much,” said the owner repeatedly, dragging the cart and disappearing.

Chester fixed his hair. Black strands was scattered in his big hand.

Werazel’s gaze caught to his hand.

A piece of skin on his fingertip was peeled off when it hit the ground as they fell while protecting her.

“You’ve scraped your hand.”

His expressionless red eyes checked the wound and replied, “don’t worry.”

“Never mind”

Werazel grumbled toward the back of Chester even if she was worried.

He didn’t say anything else, so I won’t say anything too. 

Lizelle, who was expressing her dissatisfaction, instantaneously smiled softly as if she was already doing it when her eyes met him the time he looked back. It was a skillful expression change.

“Thank you for your help.”

In any case, he saved her, so she still had to express her thanks.

“Let’s go,”

Chester stared at Lizelle’s smile and then turned around.

Hmm. This is surprising.

I know that nobles value face and prestige, but he did not rebuke or reproach the owner of the wagon unexpectedly.

But that was it. The impression of him.

Werazel followed in the footsteps of Chester, who was moving forward first.1

And after a while, a man wearing a black hood who was watching the two people walking away, appeared.

This man’s eyes flashed towards the two who left the market.