The Only Way to Break the Curse is Through Contact with You - Chapter 61
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A smiling handsome man is dangerous.
I realized that when I came face to face with him in the garden. For some reason, I wanted to run away, but as I turned to leave, he grabbed me from behind and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close.
“Why are you trying to run away?”
His voice, tinged with annoyance, was too close. In an instant, my cheeks grew hot and my eyes began to water. I tried to pull my hand away, but Diart didn’t let go easily. He seemed unhappy that I was avoiding his gaze.
“It hurts.”
No matter how much I struggled, I couldn’t escape. As a last resort, I screamed, and Diart’s grip weakened. He quickly took me inside the mansion.
He instructed the approaching servants to call a doctor, and Diart moved quickly to his room. The situation had escalated due to one lie. When I put my hand on my forehead, Diart’s expression grew even worse.
“Are you feeling dizzy?”
The main symptoms of the puythan disease were dizziness and fainting, and frequent occurrences were a sign that the disease was worsening.
Diart’s serious expression was probably because of that. I repeatedly said that I was fine, but he wouldn’t accept it. Once again, I was pinned to the bed and received a ban on going out from Diart and Lily.
Days passed like that. Contrary to everyone’s worries, my physical condition was getting worse and worse. Even if I wanted to sneak out, Diart was by my side and Lily was standing in front of the door, so it was impossible to even try.
“Ha… “
As I sighed with frustration, Diart looked up.
“What’s uncomfortable?”
I felt his gaze scanning me carefully. Lately, it had become difficult to look directly at Diart, so I avoided his gaze.
“Aren’t you busy?”
“I am.”
“Then why don’t you go work? Lambert said he has a lot of work to do.”
“Gordon will bring some documents here.”
“Why bother… you could sit comfortably in your office.”
“I’m comfortable here, don’t worry about it. Ah, I made a mistake again.”
Diart clicked his tongue with an annoyed expression. As his gaze focused on something, I bit my lips and looked down. He clutched a needle that didn’t quite fit in his large hands and unraveled a yellow thread that was off the embroidery pattern.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m sewing.”
So why are you suddenly acting so out of character. When I looked at Diart, who had a confident expression as if saying, ‘don’t you know?’ I was speechless. He had brought white fabric and thread this morning and had been sewing for hours.
“How is it? Is it okay?”
Diart held up the fabric he had just sewn. Despite his proud expression, his skill was lacking. I awkwardly stared at the fabric, unable to recognize what it was.
“It’s a rabbit that looks like you. Isn’t it cute?”
“A rabbit?”
That yellow monster? I couldn’t decide whether to be angry that he compared it to that grotesque thing or to appreciate the compliment of it being cute.
“Why did you suddenly develop an interest in sewing?”
I tried to change the subject since I couldn’t praise him for doing a good job even with empty words.
“I’m putting in an effort because your taste is for refined men.”
“Who said that? I don’t like refined men.”
As soon as I finished speaking, a certain person came to mind. I glared at him, and Lily quickly changed the topic.
“By the way, I didn’t know there was such a book.”
“Yes?”
What book? As I tilted my head, Diart took out a book from behind. It had a familiar pink cover, which made me extremely uneasy. As I tried to snatch it away in surprise, he quickly raised his hand.
From his trembling hand, I saw the familiar title and buried my face in my hands in embarrassment.
“The Madam Loves Mushrooms the Most1I’m not sure if this is correct but chatgpt says: 버섯 is a slang term referring to the glans or head of the penis, drawing a comparison to the shape of a mushroom.”
“Ugh!”
Because of Diart casually reciting the title with a cold and low voice, I felt like I would die of embarrassment. I loudly stood up and snatched the book from his hand. Surprisingly, as I took it away without resistance, books started popping out one by one from behind him.
“Obedient Butler.”
“AAAAH!”
“Why Does The Knight Cry Every Night.”
“KYAAAH!!”
It felt like my teeth were being ripped out one by one. I screamed as Diart read the titles nonchalantly, and I snatched the books away from him several times. I flipped over the bed, wrapped in a blanket covering the scattered books.
Embarrassed. I was barely able to lift my face from the covers when I heard a low chuckle overhead.
“You bought a lot of books, so it took some time to read all of them.”
“…Have you finished all of them?”
“It seems like crying men are your type?”
I’d rather faint.
“But can your desires be satisfied by just reading such books?”
Of all the books he chose, they were all steamy 19+ novels. I really wanted to cry. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping I would disappear, but then I heard Diart’s voice very close to me.
“I know a way more certain than books.”
I felt the softness of his breath near my ear and shuddered. When I subtly turned my head, I caught Diart hunched over, silently staring at me.
“I’ve never tried it, but I’m confident.”
He was looking at me with a deep and intense gaze that seemed to imply something, and I momentarily forgot to breathe. Unintentionally, I swallowed hard, feeling his gaze following as if glued to me. His long fingers touched my hand, which was holding the blanket tightly. My heart pounded with the obvious temptation.
As if caught in a trap, I regained my senses at the sound of the door closing. When I stood up suddenly, Lily, who had been standing in front of the door, was nowhere to be seen.
‘Why is she leaving us alone!’
I felt myself squirming with nervousness as the atmosphere suddenly changed and I was left alone on the bed with a large man staring down at me. I coughed, trying to act nonchalant and avoid his gaze, averting my eyes as if forcing myself to run away from Diart, who was leaning forward stiffly and not taking his eyes off me.
“I heard you intercepted Crown Prince Jarvis’ letters.”
This was what I said to break the silence and relieve the suffocating tension. Diart, who was just smiling leisurely, narrowed his eyebrows.
“I didn’t expect to hear another man’s name in this atmosphere.”
I mentioned the name of a man who had proposed to me in front of my husband on our bedroom bed. Even I knew it was a mistake, but it was enough to ruin Diart’s mood. His mouth twisted into a cold grin as he sat back in his chair.
“I’m worried. I wonder if it would be okay to ignore the letter from the Crown Prince.”
Even as I tried to explain myself with a sigh, Diart smirked. It was a face that said ‘Even if you’re not okay with it, what can you do?’ His cold expression showed that he held an undisguised grudge against Jarvis.
“Did you by any chance, take the perfume as well?”
It was an unspoken confirmation. How coincidental was it that Madam Veronica had visited the day after Crown Prince Jarvis had given me perfume.
Diart turned his head with a displeased expression. With his personality, there was no way this man would be satisfied, it was obvious that he would throw it away. I couldn’t believe it, so I let out a breathless laugh.
“That’s worth 1000 gold!”
“What does that matter?”
Seeing his face, which genuinely seemed to have no idea what the problem was, I was at a loss for words. It’s just 1000 gold, it shouldn’t be a big deal.
“I’ll buy you a better perfume.”
“That’s not the issue.”
“Don’t accept gifts from other men.”
Jealousy and resentment were mixed in Diart’s eyes. I was unsure of how to handle this man, where to start, and how far to go.
‘It would be really strange if I accepted a gift worth 1,000 gold only to reject his proposal!’
I had planned to return the perfume when it arrived, but things didn’t go as planned. I wanted to punch my chest with my fist in frustration. As I stared at Diart without being able to shout, Lily knocked on the door and entered the room.
“Master, Madam. The Grand Duke and the Duke of Feischer will be arriving soon.”
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