How To Get Revenge On My Sister Who Stole My Husband (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 46

“That’s right. Who wouldn’t envy ‘the Empire’s luckiest man, blessed with a beautiful fiancée’?”

At those words, Leonard’s expression hardened. He gave an awkward laugh and retorted,

“…Hmm. That’s unexpected. I didn’t think you’d admit it so frankly.”

“I don’t stoop to hiding my true feelings behind cowardly, roundabout words like someone else. Nor do I have any need to.”

With that, the Duke stepped forward until he stood before me. Then, planting a brief kiss on the back of my hand, he said,

“You are dazzlingly beautiful, Marchioness Christine Uston. Before you, even the radiant sunlight and the brilliantly colored flowers would lose their luster and retreat into darkness.”

The nobles around us murmured in quiet astonishment at the Duke’s uncharacteristically earnest and embarrassing words, delivered with his usual stony face. The Duke, however, showed no concern for their reactions, his expression perfectly composed. He turned my palm upward and placed his own hand upon it before continuing,

“But your beauty isn’t only in your appearance. It’s also your fox-like wisdom and boldness rivaling that of a seasoned knight that’s made me suffer time and again. Every time I’ve fallen into trouble because of your schemes, I’ve found myself sighing in admiration—even while fuming in anger.”

“…You flatter me too much.”

“It’s not flattery; it’s the truth. But next time, go a little easier on me, won’t you? Facing you is a joy—but also terribly painful.”

Then the Duke kissed his own palm and gently stroked my cheek with it. I felt my ears burn hot as I instinctively raised both hands to cover my face. The Duke was only playing the part of a lovesick man, just as we’d rehearsed beforehand—yet despite knowing this, my heart fluttered at his actions.

Looking at me with a seemingly indifferent expression, the Duke spoke again,

“First, allow me to apologize for touching your face without permission, Marchioness Uston.”

“…It’s fine. Please don’t worry about it.”

“It’s just that I can’t bear to see something beautiful sullied by anything unclean.”

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