I Got Engaged To The Blind Duke - Chapter 123

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I Got Engaged to a Blind Duke Episode 123

Her heart was beating so loudly that it hurt with a tingling sensation.

Marine closed her eyes completely with her reddened face.

Don’t look. Don’t think.

“Are you sleeping?”

“Yes.”

“Talking while sleeping, my fiancée has good abilities too.”

The voice whispering in her ear was terribly seductive.

Why is this Duke really acting like this? Did he eat something wrong?

Marine decided to keep her eyes tightly shut and not respond.

Gerald looked at Marine’s small face as she kept her eyes tightly closed right beside him.

Though it was regrettable that he couldn’t see Marine’s lovely eyes since they were closed, he was satisfied to be able to stare at her so openly from this close.

“Marine.”

Her long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly but didn’t open.

“….”

Her lips were protruding like a duck’s because she was forcibly keeping them tightly shut.

What would it feel like to touch those lips? Would they be as soft as when he held her?

His dark eyes persistently stared at her pink lips.

He absolutely couldn’t tear his gaze away.

If he could touch them just once, he felt like he could give up anything.

“…Marine, there’s something on your lips.”

His voice was terribly low and husky even to his own ears.

Marine’s shoulders trembled slightly, then she stubbornly shook her head with her eyes still closed.

“Don’t lie.”

“It’s real.”

“How would you know when you can’t see?”

“I always know everything, don’t I?”

As if she really believed his words, she fumbled for her bag as if to take out a handkerchief while keeping her eyes closed.

“I’ll do it for you.”

“It’s fine….”

Gerald gently pressed her lower lip with his thumb.

“…!”

He could see her surprised body stiffen completely, but he couldn’t stop.

“I’m your personal handkerchief. Right?”

“Are, are we still far away?”

Marine’s voice trembled violently.

“…Yeah. It’s not coming off easily.”

His voice became deeply subdued.

Her pink lips were softer and more moist than he had imagined. So much so that he couldn’t take his hand away. No, so much so that he didn’t want to take it away.

As he slowly traced her lower lip, her teeth lightly touched him.

“Ah.”

At her voice swallowing a surprised moan, his Adam’s apple bobbed greatly.

He could see her white skin gradually turning red.

That sight was terribly stimulating.

Damn, this is driving me crazy.

Her scent, which had been persistently tormenting him since they got in the carriage together, was overwhelming him. This was dangerous.

“Done.”

Gerald moved as far away from her as possible, then knocked on the carriage door.

As soon as the Diamond Carriage stopped, he jumped out of the carriage.

He was afraid of himself, not knowing what he might do if he stayed in the same space with her any longer.

Gerald clenched tightly the hand that had touched her lips.

Wishing that the soft sensation of her remaining on his hand would last forever.

* * *

In the dining room of the luxury inn they had rented entirely, only the Duke, Dia, and Marine were present.

Marine sat at the farthest seat from the long table and glanced at the Duke who was eating.

The Duke was acting strange.

After suddenly jumping out of the carriage, he switched carriages with Dia and had been avoiding her.

The man who wouldn’t let her get more than five steps away from his side was now acting as if she were some kind of disease, staying far away.

Could it be? Marine carefully touched her own lips.

Was there something really dirty on my lips? Is that why it took so long to remove it?

How on earth did the Duke know about such things when he can’t even see? How embarrassing!

Marine roughly cut a piece of steak, then glumly put down her fork and knife.

“Aren’t you eating more?”

Dia, who was eating right beside her, looked up.

“I don’t have an appetite.”

“Marine, eat more.”

The Duke, sitting far away, spoke sternly.

What is this. It’s not like I’m a child throwing a food tantrum.

“Yes.”

Marine sighed and picked up her fork again, stabbing the steak repeatedly.

Ugh. You take this too.

Dia watched Marine take out her frustration on the steak and held back her laughter. It was similar to how Garnet used to take out her frustration on food.

“Teacher Marine, is something wrong?”

Marine glanced at the Duke sitting far away, then whispered in Dia’s ear.

“Dia, am I dirty?”

“What?”

Dia’s eyes widened as if asking what she was talking about.

“After Gerald wiped something off my lip- I mean, my face, he’s been staying away like that. What does that mean? He must be avoiding me because I’m really dirty, right?”

Marine drooped her shoulders with a dejected face like a puppy caught in the rain.

Dia trembled her lips and pressed them tightly together to hold back her laughter.

Even though Marine was clearly older than her, she was sometimes unspeakably cute like this.

“…I don’t think so.”

“No way. He always says ‘five steps’ by my side, then suddenly runs away that far?”

When Marine imitated Gerald’s way of speaking, Dia couldn’t hold back anymore and burst into laughter.

“Dia?”

Marine stared at Dia with a face that didn’t understand what was happening.

“Sor, sorry. Teacher. Mmph.”

Dia wiped away the tears that had formed in her eyes while trying to hold back her laughter again.

Marine tilted her head wondering if her words were that funny, then turned her gaze to the Duke.

The Duke was also smiling at the corners of his mouth.

Marine stared at him with a surprised face.

Why is he suddenly smiling while eating?

Don’t tell me, did he hear?

Marine blinked in surprise. Then she whispered, moving only her lips so that only Dia beside her could hear.

“Gerald didn’t hear what we said, did he?”

“Our whispers? It’s so far from here to there. He wouldn’t have.”

Dia, who also answered in whispers, looked at the Duke with a doubtful expression.

Marine stared intently at the Duke with suspicious eyes.

The Duke was continuing his meal with a calm face.

Phew, he didn’t seem to hear.

The Duke chuckled softly as he slowly cut his steak.

As if he would miss it.

When he was trembling with anxiety that she might leave him behind.

Crack. The steak plate suddenly broke.

Just the assumption that she might leave him behind made him put too much force in his hands.

The Duke placed a napkin over the plate to cover it as if nothing had happened and drank his wine.

* * *

Unlike when they headed to the capital, the journey back to the Western Region was smooth.

Having been inside the carriage for a long time and feeling restless, Marine and Dia came outside to get some fresh air while the carriage stopped briefly.

It had been winter until they were in the capital, but spring had arrived before they knew it.

Everywhere along the road, tender green sprouts and fresh spring flowers were blooming abundantly.

“Gerald, may we take a short walk nearby?”

“Sure.”

“Dia, want to come with me?”

“I’d love to.”

As she walked arm in arm with Dia, the Duke slowly followed behind them.

After seeming to avoid him for several days, she had now returned to how she was before.

While she was avoiding him, it bothered him, but now that she was approaching him again, that also bothered him.

Marine secretly let out a deep sigh. She didn’t understand her own heart either.

“Teacher Marine. Was Uncle your ideal type?”

“What?”

When Marine’s eyes widened at the unexpected question, Dia smiled shyly.

“I used to like funny men as my ideal type, but His Highness the Crown Prince is an inflexible, stubborn type, isn’t he? He’s the opposite of my ideal type, but what can I do? He’s the man I chose.”

Before answering, Marine glanced back.

The Duke was slowly following at a slight distance from them, leaning on his cane.

Marine thought carefully about her ideal type.

“Well, I’d like him to be tall, have a nice voice, be wealthy, good at fighting…”

The more Marine spoke, the more a smile appeared on Dia’s face.

When she glanced back, she could see the Duke’s lips gradually curving upward.

Can he hear us from this far away?

“Most importantly, I’d like him to be as kind as my late father.”

Dia looked back again with a strange look in her eyes. This might be a bit different.

As expected, the Duke’s face had already changed to an expressionless one.

“Uncle is also quite kind, isn’t he? Then Teacher Marine’s ideal type is Uncle!”

Dia deliberately raised her voice as if for the Duke to hear. And when she turned her head back to Marine, she couldn’t help but be startled.

Marine had frozen stiff as if she had realized something.

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