An Extra Who Wants To Escape The Obsessive Male Lead - Chapter 42
Chapter 42
When I opened my eyes wide, Diello smiled.
“I’m not sure how my outfit disappeared, but as you know, my previous outfit was meticulously tailored to complement Krua’s dress.”
That was true. He had mentioned that he designed the attire to complement the dress I had chosen.
“However, this hastily made outfit doesn’t match the design.”
Then, his gaze turned to the tailor’s sketch.
For something hastily made, it was beautiful. It seemed that the person who had been in this profession for forty-seven years was different in some way.
“That’s right. He can’t wear an outfit that doesn’t suit my beautiful dress.”
The experienced tailor of forty-seven years appeared relieved upon hearing my words before I shifted my attention to the informant of Argenta, who had rushed in.
“Time is running out. Is it possible?”
As I spoke, I heard a voice from behind him.
“It’s possible!”
“Ahh!”
However, along with the words ‘It’s possible,’ I also heard a scream.
The one who uttered those words was someone familiar. Through a crack in the door, I caught a glimpse of someone carrying another person with a cheerful expression.
It was Rick!
The pitifully dressed man in pajamas was unmistakably the mansion’s tailor.
“It… It’s possible.”
Perhaps he couldn’t respond earlier due to his scream, but as soon as the tailor was released by Rick, he immediately replied.
Rick gazed at him with a bright expression.
According to the original story, the more satisfied Rick was with his work done in his own way, the brighter he smiled. What kind of crazy things did he do to look so cheerful? I felt like I knew the answer when I observed the state of the tailor.
It seemed as if he had been teleported rather than simply waking up.
“I… I greet both of you.”
Thanks to that, his greeting was late.
“I prepared several sketches on the way here.”
Strangely, he said it breathlessly. Did he prepare sketches on the way here?
“…Then, let’s choose one that goes well with this design.”
Saying so, I pointed to the sketch the experienced tailor of forty-seven years was holding, and I slowly stepped back from Diello.
No, I tried to step back.
“Wait a moment.”
His arm encircled my waist.
“….?”
I was instantly pulled into his embrace.
“To make your clothes, we need to take measurements, right?”
“Ahaha.”
However, with us being this close… wouldn’t it be impossible to resist? As I gazed up, Diello gazed at me with eyes filled with incredible tenderness. The walls around us shimmered and sparkled under the light he controlled.
“Are you going to ask someone else for help, instead of me?”
Even if it was acting, how many people would be able to say yes to that question?
I immediately shook my head.
“I wouldn’t do that.”
Diello was oddly proactive. He seemed to be quite skilled, as if he had experience working as an actor. All right, as a mentor(?) in acting, it was only natural for me to respond to that, right?
“I would appreciate it.”
I spoke, extending the measuring tape to Diello.
“Very well.”
He replied, pressing his lips against the back of my hand before taking the tape. Every movement he made exuded the manners of a true gentleman.
“I will wait outside.”
As the mansion’s tailor left his position, Diello’s hand settled on my shoulder.
“Since Krua’s dress would have intricate designs, should I take extra care with the measurements?”
He asked, his previous observation of my measuring technique prompting him to work swiftly. The next moment, his hand, which had touched my shoulder, glided down my arm until it reached my wrist.
“….!”
I couldn’t help but gasp when his warmth met the tender skin of my wrist. For some reason, he seemed warmer than before, and it made me more conscious of his presence. Conceivably, it was because he was standing behind me.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I turned my head slightly to catch a glimpse of his straight back, focused on his task.
“….!”
Next, his strong hand landed on the back of my neck.
The sensation of his thick and prominent knuckles brushing against me sent a strange shiver down my spine. I couldn’t discern whether the heat was emanating from his hand or from within myself.
“Ah.”
I involuntarily let out a short sigh.
Each time he touched me, a peculiar sensation washed over me like a tidal wave, making it impossible for me to concentrate. So, when his hand spread another peculiar warmth across my back, making it difficult for me to discern where it touched and where it withdrew, I became uncertain.
“Please relax, Krua.”
He said, and it was then that I realized I had been holding my breath.
“Yes.”
When I responded, exhaling slowly, an odd tingling sensation suddenly coursed through me.
…Did I accidentally say that aloud?
“Don’t be tense.”
I raised an eyebrow in confusion. At that moment, as if drawing me closer, Diello measured me from behind.
“Ah!”
I couldn’t help but release a heavy breath.
His voice resonated softly as if meant only for the two of us.
“If possible…”
“Yes?”
I asked, struggling to discern the muffled sound. My gaze shifted towards him. While his fleeting words felt dreamlike, the gentle warmth radiated from his hand remained unchanged.
“….”
Silence hung in the air. Perhaps it was the presence of the measuring tape on my chest, but breathing became difficult.
Swoosh.
When he released the measuring tape and helped me into my clothes, the sensation remained the same.
“Krua?”
Until he called me, I couldn’t divert my gaze from him. It was as though he held me captivated with his presence.
“Are you done?”
Unbeknownst to me, my voice trembled slightly.
“Almost.”
As Diello uttered those words, he gave another tender kiss on my forehead.
Was this what it felt like to be lovers?
Unintentionally, a blush crept up my cheeks.
I’ve heard that actors sometimes become completely absorbed by their roles. Was this what they meant? Of course, I was no professional actor, and my acting abilities had their limits. However, with Diello making it so effortless(?) for me to immerse myself in the role, I couldn’t help but feel grateful.
“Please relax your shoulders.”
His voice broke through my thoughts, and as I eased my tension, my attention once again centered on his movements. I wondered if he had been paying attention to my ramblings as he returned my gaze with eyes that sparkled, holding a measuring tape.
“….”
Even though we hadn’t spent the night together, we had left marks on each other. For the first time, I detected an unfamiliar and peculiar scent emanating from him. That sensation peaked when Diello’s strong hand brushed against my ankle.
“….!”
Unconsciously, my body froze, and he caught me in his embrace.
“Next, we need to measure the circumference of the madam’s thighs in detail…”
The assistant spoke with a troubled expression.
…I was wearing a dress. Surely, they didn’t expect me to take off the dress here?
I raised an eyebrow.
Upon seeing my reaction, Diello turned to the assistants. The moment I saw his profile, I could feel its coldness.
“In that case, it would be better if you could step outside for a moment.”
At his words, the assistants exchanged glances.
“Come this way, Krua.”
In the meantime, he led me to a chair. Kneeling on one knee in front of my legs, Diello soon placed his hands on my shoes.
“May I have your permission, wife?”
Our gazes met while he was still holding the measuring tape.
No way, could it be…?
My face flushed uncontrollably. Well, if measurements were necessary, there seemed to be no other way, though couldn’t the assistants have performed the task? When I glanced at the assistants briefly at the thought, Diello opened his mouth.
“In Argenta, there is no rule that requires the wife to show her precious body to others.”
His words sounded gentle but also sharp.
“I-I’ll step outside for a moment.”
As the first one to stand up was the experienced tailor, the assistants had no choice but to follow him.
Thud.
As the door closed and they departed, the room’s lighting, which relied on Diello’s power, noticeably dimmed.
“….”
I pondered what thoughts were swirling in their minds.
With a flushed face and breath still racing, I kept my hand firmly planted on his shoulder, gazing down at him.
Kneeling on the floor, Diello, who had been measuring my ankle with a measuring tape, finally raised his eyes to meet mine once we were alone. His gaze still held a smoldering intensity, causing me to speak a beat too late.
“…It was really perfect.”
I whispered, and Diello slightly lowered his head.
“Just a little more.”
“….?”
What did he mean by that?
Confusion washed over me as I blinked, prompting Diello to speak softly.
“One of them was a Cartiel.”
It didn’t seem like they came only from Alors.
“They’re great at listening to the stories around them.”
They were a family that manipulated the wind, after all.
At his words, my eyes widened.
“Argenta doesn’t forget promises.”
His thumb grazed lightly against my ankle, his gaze fixed upon me once again.
“So, will you trust me and leave it to me?”
His intentions were crystal clear. I parted my lips slightly, taken aback by his words.
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