I’m In Trouble Because My Husband Is So Cute - Chapter 38

Chapter 38

“To be honest… I want the Lady and the Heir Apparent to live happily ever after.”

“Yes…?”

Hearing her unexpected words, Iellie was perplexed.

The Princess continued her words in a calm voice.

“Since the Heir Apparent has taken the Lady as his wife, he has been surprisingly calm.”

‘He was calm.’ Iellie looked at Zachary without a word. The Princess explained in a tone mixed with ridicule.

“My brother, seeing that, must somehow want me to reconnect with the Heir Apparent.”

The reason was that she had expected, too.

Annerose was a maiden. That means she was of no value to the Crown Prince more than the subject of arranged marriage. It was Hessenweitz where he could best use Annerose at. Because marriage can tie them together with the Duke’s family, at least a little.

‘In addition, from the outside, the relationship between the Duke and Zachary has softened since I got married.’

Regardless of whether that’s true. She sighed heavily. Then, the Princess uttered her words.

“But, I don’t like marriage like that.”

It was a blatant word.

Iellie glanced at the Princess from the side. She had her brows wrinkled as she added her words.

“Because there is only one person who benefits from the union of me and the Heir Apparent.”

As she followed the gaze of the Princess, the crown prince sat at the end. The Princess twisted the tip of her lips.

“That’s my older brother.”

“…Princess.”

“So, I want you two to be happy forever.”

There was a deep feeling of fatigue in the tone of the Princess who spoke like that. The sadness unique to a person who was only used here and there, who had never decided anything about her by her own will. The Princess looked at Iellie from the side.

“My meaning, you understand, right?”

At that, she nodded her head without saying a word. Looking at it, the Princess smiled before backing away.

“Then, I would like to rest in my room first. Would it be okay?”

“Your Highness, you should do what is comfortable for you.”

“Thank you. I’ll get going.”

Having said that, the Princess turned her body. At that moment, Iellie saw it. Adorned with laces, the slender wrists of the Princess were concealed in the hem of her lavish sleeves. A black bruise was wrapped around her wrist like a snake…

“Your, Your Highness the Princess!”

Iellie raised her voice without realizing it. As if asking why, the Princess glanced back at her.

She bit her lip tightly. What can she ask the Princess?

Is she saying that the Crown Prince was doing harm to the Princess? Is he doing violence? Iellie took a deep breath.

“…Are you okay?”

In the end, all she could ask was questions like this.

The Princess did not respond to that.

“Well. Lady Hessenweitz is very kind.”

But, she just said it in a friendly voice. Iellie could not catch the Princess leaving the place.

As time passed, the banquet was almost in a wavering atmosphere.

The sudden drinking confrontation between the Duke and the Crown Prince ended with the victory of the Heir Apparent. The Prince became almost unconscious and was carried out by a servant.

Zachary watched the Prince leave with a fairly normal face.

Everyone also left the banquet hall.

“Zachary.”

Last but not least, Iellie, who saw the people off, slowly approached him.

Zachary stood with his back straight. Meaning to take a look, she pulled up the sleeve of his robe lightly.

“Are you okay?”

Iellie cried out in a low voice. Blinked his eyes slowly, Zachary glanced at her.

“What?”

“Before, you drank a lot.”

“Really? How about me… Do I look okay?”

‘What do you mean by answering a question with a question?’ She wrinkled her eyebrows and was stunned for a moment.

“…You.”

The tip of her words was slightly distorted. Iellie was surprised.

‘Don’t tell me he was pretending to be okay?’

“Did you get drunk?”

“Ah… Did you catch me?”

In response, Zachary rubbed his face hard. He sighed and shook his head.

“That guy, no matter how much you feed him… he won’t fall.”

“No, still, you should have drunk in moderation!”

Without realizing it, she raised her voice. What if he gets drunk like this? She pulled him.

“Come on. Let’s get out first. I’ll take you to your room…”

“No.”

Zachary, who answered her rarely articulately, gazed straight at her. His blue eyes curled nicely.

“I want to be with you.”

“….”

Iellie lost her words. She knew that Zachary was usually a fool, although she didn’t know he could even drink. She guesses she raised the child wrong.

Thinking that, she slowly wrinkled her brows.

“Isn’t it better to go in and lie down?”

“Then, will you stay by my side?”

“…All right. What’s the point of talking to a drunken man?”

Iellie shook her head and immersed herself in anguish. It was difficult for her to win over a drunken man’s stubbornness.

“Let’s get some wind. How about it?”

“Good.”

Zachary, who had been staring at her blankly, smiled and nodded his head. The silver hair, shining white, swayed softly.

‘What is this… He’s even more like a dog.’

With that in mind, she hurriedly pulled Zachary out and got out. Even though stumbling a bit, he still followed her well.

There was a small garden right in front of the banquet hall.

‘The garden at night is also beautiful.’

In the soft darkness, the round moon stayed like a polished silver mirror. The new white moonlight poured down like a waterfall, making everything shiny white.

Iellie took a deep breath in the clear, cold air.

‘I don’t know if Zachary is okay.’

Thinking so, she glanced at Zachary and swallowed her sigh. Well, that doesn’t look good at all…

“Well, Zachary. Please sit here.”

As she sat Zachary on the bench, he obeyed her words and gazed up at her.

“…Good. So, what should I do from now on?”

Iellie crossed her arms and fell into deep anguish.

At that moment, she said with a shriveled face.

“Sit down.”

“Huh? ”

“You, too… Sit down.”

This was a bit unsettling. Iellie narrowed her brow. Seeing how his pronunciation gradually became distorted as the tip of his words sagged, Zachary seemed to be getting more and more drunk.

He murmured and spoke again.

“Hurry, here… Sit next to me.”

Even in the dark, Zachary’s cheeks were clearly red. Iellie couldn’t resist his stubbornness, and she sat down next to him.

“Yes, Len.”

“Yes, yes.”

“…Why are you mad at me?”

“…If you want to drink alcohol, make it a little finer.”

Saying so, the astonished Iellie glanced at Zachary.

“What?”

“For me… you haven’t been drinking in moderation.”

What should she do with him? She suppressed the desire to provoke him. It was just that Zachary is drunk right now. He’ll be fine when he wakes up.

Nonetheless, Zachary continued grunting.

“I mean, there was nothing I could do.”

“What?”

“The guy keeps… talking to you.”

He was gibberish about why he acted the way he did. Zachary seemed to want to convince Iellie somehow. But, the problem is, she didn’t understand him at all.

“Huh… ?”

“That wretched bastard, Joshua or something.”

Even in the midst of his drunkenness, Zachary spoke in a voice that was clear with the words. At that, Iellie was startled.

“Hey, no matter how you say…”

No matter how empty the garden was, to openly say that the Crown Prince was ‘wretched bastard’ was a little too much. It was true that he’s wretched, to be honest, though it would be another matter to say it out loud, isn’t it?

Zachary opened his mouth with a sullen face.

“No one… I wish he hadn’t talked to you.”

Hearing that, Iellie smiled involuntarily. He’s not a kid, what the hell is this?

Still smiling, she raised her hand and ran it down Zachary’s hair. The silvery-white hair was scattered between the fingers.

‘It’s soft,,,’

It was a bit harsh to compare her husband to it, but it was like having a large dog… Very soft and heartwarming.

As he was drunk, she could feel a gaze staring at her.

She tilted her head.

“Zachary?”

At the same time as the call, he slipped. He murmured as he leaned his head on Iellie’s shoulder.

“I hate that bastard…”

Perhaps because of drunkenness, Zachary’s breath was hot.

He continued his words, “That bastard… You are my wife.”

‘No, he can’t tell what he’s saying when he’s drunk!’

Iellie, who was hurriedly looking around, glanced at him. Zachary deliberately leaned his head on her shoulder and avoided her gaze.

“Zachary, you can’t say that. What if anyone hears it?”

She spoke firmly. Zachary then pouted his lips. He continued his words as if to let people listen.

“Jerk. Bastard. Seaweed hair… Buttered anchovies like bastard.”

“…Are you crazy?”

She told him not to do it, but he did it more. Iellie opened her ax eyes. In the meantime, Zachary seemed to burst into laughter at the colorful swear words, so she bit her lip.

Because of that, he opened his eyes with a twinkling.

“Crazy?”

Zachary blinked his eyes after hearing Iellie’s words. He gently lifted his gaze, and he opened his mouth.

“It could be.”

“What are you saying now?”

As she made an odd impression, he slowly closed his eyes and whispered sweetly.

“To you.”

“….”

For a moment, her breath stopped. The bud-like eyes were engulfed in spring-like emotions. Seeing those trembling eyes, Zachary stretched out his hand.

He smiled softly as he slid his finger on her cheek.

“If I was crazy… That must be crazy for you.”

Thump, thump. Her heart was beating like crazy. Obviously, in the past, she would have hated it, saying it was cheesy, but now she just liked to hear it.

Zachary just bowed his head. His eyes were gazing straight at her.

“Len.”

His lips come close in an instant. She had to fall into a brief but deep agony as she looked at Zachary.

‘Does, does he want to kiss me?’

So, what should she do? Should she accept Zachary’s kiss? No, come to think of it, this isn’t the first time, is it? At the Asha Festival when she met him not long ago… Wait, should she call it a kiss?

‘It’s a bit unfair!’

Kissing, in a more romantic and emotional situation, and doing it when drunk…! Iellie felt her brain go into a mess.

Just then, Zachary said, pulling his head back in a snap.

“…I can’t.”

“What?”

Iellie made a vain face for a moment, then confused by the fact that she felt vain.

“This is really…”

Zachary bit his lips. Iellie has always been his goddess. He did not want to act without consent, swept away by momentary emotions, even if he cherished her.

“Hey, Zachary?”

“I’m sorry, I was drunk and did something I shouldn’t have done.”

Zachary handed an apology to her politely.

…What? Iellie felt regretful, and she was surprised once again. It was strange that he felt sorry for her. He stood up from the place and held out his hand.

“I’ll take you to your room.”

“…Are, are you sober?”

“A bit.”

Smiling like a habit, he felt the cold wind clearing his head a little.

With a somewhat sullen expression on her face, she grabbed Zachary’s hand and stood up from her seat. The two moved on.

“Are you really okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

He wondered if he wasn’t trustworthy, so Zachary nodded his head with a serious expression on his face.

“Hmm. I see.”

Iellie answered sternly. Seeing that, Zachary’s heart sank.

Maybe he did something wrong?

“….”