Chapter 58

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Leaving behind the banquet hall where peace took over, I was dragged by Izek and got my foot treated.

Neither of us said a word while the maids worked hard, applied medicine to my toes and bandaged it.

I hated the elongated silence. It just brought me anxiety.

Until all the maids finally left, Izek stood on one side and fiddled with my shoes.

I was scared all of a sudden. He was not going to hit me with that, was he?

"Hey..."

"Your feet are so small."

My feet are the perfect size for my height. It was just his hands that were big.

"You didn't see who did it?"

"I really didn't see it. There were so many people earlier, I'm not lying..."

"I didn't say you were lying to me."

He put my shoes down on the table and came close to the sofa I was seated on.

He looked incredibly calm, compared to before, so I felt even more anxious.

"Now that your feet are in good shape, the banquet is over."

Yes, and my first night plan is done for. Damn it! Again!

"Are you upset?"

"I'm sorry... you held a banquet for me for the first time and I..."

He danced with me in that half-naked assassin costume.

My lord! My face flushed again, swallowing the urge to hit the ground and sob.

"Are you mad? Are you angry?"

"......No."

No, I was sure he just became angry.

Well, if there was nothing else I could do, I should just move on.

I was lifted up again. I was starting to get used to being treated as a chick.

"You must be disappointed, by the look on your face."

"My expression is...."

"What?"

"I'm just so happy to be with you."

I almost made a slip of the tongue. I grinned at the face of my husband staring at me with unbelieving eyes.

Hi, I'm the leader of your fan club.

"I think I'd be really happy if I got to be with you all night."

"......."

"But, of course it won't happen. Because you're a busy man. I'm sure a lot of people are looking for you."

Because of his status. Damn it, I'd have to walk out on my own if he goes back to the banquet hall, alone in this disheveled state...

"I'd rather get some fresh air."

"With me?"

"Then, let's take a walk to test out your foot."

"But weren't you talking about something important with your colleagues?"

"It was nothing that important."

I didn't know what to say. It was good for me. Since we're together a little longer, I should aim for a chance to gain his favor.

Even if I couldn't build a castle, I'd at least make the doorstep slowly.


(T/N: Idiom.)

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