I Found a Husband When I Picked up the Male Lead - Chapter 15

“Well goodbye then.”

Lizelle, who came with Chester to the market entrance, headed for the carriage she had been riding on.

Chester, too, bowed his head and walked in towards his where it was parked. The two people’s destination was the same, but as if it were natural, they thought of moving in their respective wagons.

Unlike when she went out earlier this morning, Werazel got into the wagon with a lot of luggage in ers hands.

I had to hurry because I was delayed buying things. 

“Let us go.”

The carriage moved with the driver’s signal.

However, the car stopped moving smoothly.

I thought I’d finally relax and get some sleep.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

Lizelle called the coachman.

“There seems to be a problem with the Duke’s carriage.”

“Duke’s carriage?”

In an unexpected situation, Werazel rolled up the thin curtain and looked over the window.

“There really is.”

Outside the window, there was Duke Chester standing in front of the carriage, having a conversation with a coachman with a serious expression.

The situation was very unsatisfactory, and he was frowning.

Whatever happened to his carriage, the wheel was broken.

“Lady Prosier, why don’t we go back with the Duke?”

When asked by the coachman, the expression of dislike appeared on the face of Werazel.

However, both this carriage and the coachman were all owned by the Duke, so she could not ignore him.

Ugh no. 

“Haaah.” Sighing, Lizelle stood up.

“Duke, are you going home?”

Chester’s eyebrows wriggled subtly as Werazel opened the wagon door and shouted.

“If you are going to the mansion, go with us.”

“It’s all right, go first,” said the nobleman, turning his face away from Werazel.

Werazel’s vein on her temple throbbed when she saw his actions, but soon she smiled lightly pretending nothing happened.

“Just come with us.”

The person who laughs when at this difficult time is first-rate. Thinking so, Werazel called again.

“Duke, the wheel is completely broken, so it will take a lot of time to replace it.”

The coachman shook his head towards him. As it seemed that it would be delayed longer than expected, Chester got worried.

There was an meeting with the Senate over the development of the mine.

It was obvious that if I was late, they would talk about my properties again.

“Come on. It will take a matter of time really.”

It was a waste of one minute and a second, but the reason he kept ignoring it despite that was that woman smiling with her arms folded.

Because of that woman who infruriates him while talking politely.

“…I’ll go first.”

“Yes Sir, I’ll fix it up and follow you. “

Chester has been blocked by them numerous times. If the Senate caught this matter now, it was obvious that they would bite on it. He will not let that happen.

It would be better to go back in a carriage with this woman.

“It’s good if you get on it right away.” Werazel whispered, watching Chester sitting in front of her.

I’m worried Lapel would wake up while I wasn’t there. I wonder if he would be looking for me anxiously.

Chester disregarded Lizelle’s words, pulling the rope connected to the coachman. The wheel that stopped moved smoothly again.

The two were looking out the window on each side. Chester sits cross-legged and opens the left window, while Werazel puts her neat hands on the right.

They hoped to get to the mansion soon.

It’s been a very unpleasant time for each other.

“…”

“…”

When the two didn’t talk at all, a suffocating silence settled in the carriage. Even if the carriage is comfortable enough to hear only the sound of rolling wheels, it rattled and swayed when caught by a large rock.

Each time, the legs of the two people sitting facing each other lightly rubbed.

Obviously, despite the wide spacing of the seats facing each other, unintentional contact occurred thanks to the length of Chester’s legs. However, no one moved to the side saying it was uncomfortable.

The reason was simple, because no one wants to lose.

Whoever moves first, but I was trying to move first.

I’ve recognized it from the very beginning, but he’s a very tough guy.

Werazel gave strength to the leg that touched Chester, not willing to be pushed.

Chester also gave strength to his leg. So strong that Lizelle’s knee, was knocked to the side.

This kid?

Lizelle stared at Chester. Chester looked at ease with his arms folded as if nothing had happened.

Reluctant to get caught up in this childish fights, Lizelle relaxed her legs and leaned against the seat.

I don’t even want to chat with him anyway, so I better sleep until we arrive at the mansion. 

And the thought came true within minutes. Because of her diligent work so early from that morning, she quickly fell asleep.

In the carriage, where silence descended, one could hear the sound of the peaceful breath of Werazel, who was still sleeping.

It was this moment when Chester, who only looked at window without a word, turned his tight neck to the other side.

“…”

He could see Werazel’s face with her eyes closed. His gaze naturally rested on her.

She was sleeping with her face completely defenseless, whether it was fake or not.

Even if she is 20 years old this year, she has a very childlike face that does not suit her age.

It was an innocent face that did not appear to be a person full of thoughts on luxury and vanity. People should not judge by their appearance, especially those they who do not appear to cheat for the reward.

Chester once again chewed on the truth he had always kept in mind.

His father, who had a reputation for being more loving than anyone else in the world. His father, who always smiled nicely to others, would slap the faces of his very own children.

Chester turned his head at an unpleasant old memory.

I feel like things I don’t want to remember will come back again. 

Thud!

Huh? His gaze was forced to turn to Lizelle again.

Lizelle’s head was bent on one side against the wall of the carriage. She hit it hard enough to make a pretty loud noise, but she just frowned a little and was still asleep.

Once again, Werazel’s head was moving towards the wall.

However, no more loud sound was heard.

Because he got up and held Werazel’s head with his hand.

The viewer was frowning when he saw her head hit the wall so hard that he couldn’t sit still.

Even in the midst of this, Werazel mumbled and buried her face deeper in his palm. She must have mistaken it for a wall.

Chester frowned at the feeling tickling his palm, making her lean her head against the side of the carriage.

Then he pulled out his hand and quickly sat back to the seat, but his effort was useless, and Werazel nodded again and pounded her head against the wall.

“Huh,” Chester burst out laughing.

Is she dull or something? The person who watched it was more in pain than the person who hit her head.

He crossed his legs again and leaned his back. This time he didn’t support her head. Because he realized it was useless.

Let her wake up on her own.

Watching her sleeping with narrow eyes, he turned to the box next to Lizelle.

The box wrapped in wrapping paper was the snowglobe that she won from their tense war a while ago.

Did you buy it for that child?

“That’s ridiculous,” he straightened his mind away.

It could have been a show to show that it was bought for a child, or it was her own. It is still considered extravagance and waste.

Chester didn’t want to, but he closed his eyes because seeing the vain woman that was nodding in front of his eyes was quite annoying.

Many dozens of words “Mom” have passed.

Chester opened his eyes to a small voice that broke his silence and pierced his ears.

“Mom.”

The same voice again flowed out of her mouth. Werazel mumbled and cried for her mother. She was having a nightmare, with her brows furrowed.

Chester stared at her silently.

She was a really strange woman. She acts like a friendly mother in the world while inflicting mental abuse on her child, building a boundary wall at him, staring at him like a lynx and drawing a hearty, sunny smile saying that she won.

And now she calls for her mother and crying sorrowfully, she is truly a woman who can not be underestimated.

“Oh, mom.”

Once again Lizelle sadly called her mother, and he moved his hand. His elongated fingers pressed Lizelle’s frowned brow as if it had a magnet.

Tak.

Then, her gaze, which had been distorted, was loosened. Her crying face was gently loosened.

No more nightmares, the red lips just exhales a breath.

Are you sad because you think you will not see your parents for a while? 

When the inside of the wagon was quiet again, Chester stared out the window silently. +

There was no particular reason for his behavior. It’s just because the sound of her  searching for her mother is annoying.