To You Whom I Don’t Love That Much (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 045

45.

Cardier appeared far more composed than any image she might have imagined. His blond hair, usually left artfully disheveled, was slicked back neatly with pomade, and his impeccably worn black frock coat resembled a masterpiece carefully completed by a grand master.

Yet, on Cardier’s face, there was no trace of the nervous smile or flushed cheeks commonly seen on grooms.

That dissonance stood out paradoxically in the current moment, as everyone who looked at him was utterly spellbound. Isn’t his expression just a bit too blank for someone madly in love, rushing into marriage and skipping all formal procedures within ten days? Even Rosetta, who had only learned etiquette superficially, thought so—so it must have been glaringly obvious to the other nobles.

Ro glared at him pointedly and called out.

“Cardier.”

He had stood motionless at the doorway, not even twitching an eyebrow, but at Ro’s call, he finally seemed to regain awareness, meeting her gaze precisely. Yet it lasted only a moment. His eyes quickly returned to her hairstyle, floral adornments, and necklace—as if he couldn’t bear to look away even for an instant.

Well, if one strained to understand, it wasn’t entirely inexplicable. Following aristocratic customs, they hadn’t seen each other for nearly ten days, and thus hadn’t shared a single step in preparing for the ceremony.

So naturally, seeing her fully dressed in her wedding gown for the first time might be astonishing. He’d never seen Lea’s hair styled in the Eastern fashion, either. Still, the question remained: was it really necessary to act so utterly dazed?

Ro gave up trying to understand and shrugged her shoulders upward.

“Well? Do you like it?”

“…Yes.”

Cardier answered only after a long pause. If he had simply been momentarily stunned by her beauty, it would have been a more comprehensible reaction. But his demeanor felt strangely lukewarm. Ro grumbled under her breath. Had she not known him well, she might seriously have suspected him of being impotent. Indeed, the title of “Diamond Cake of the Social Circle” didn’t seem to be bestowed without reason.

“I sent you countless necklaces.”

Deliberately distracting herself from his persistent gaze, Ro momentarily failed to catch his words.

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