It's Not A Childcare But A Contract Marriage - Chapter 11 Part 1

A few days ago, at the Marquis’ mansion.

Marquis Gaspar twitched his mustache, recalling the absurd incident that had taken place when he stepped into the headquarters of Sinkere.

‘A family barely surviving on their title! At least their daughter was half-decent and worthy of being looked after, so I agreed!’

‘But am I going to suffer this insult?’

‘Because of Duke Ivernum, my legs weakened and my bruised buttocks still hurt.’

‘I’m already being careful not to let the bruises show as I age.’

“Tsk!”

Despite his furrowed brow and tongue clicking, his ruined mood did not improve. The more he chewed on what happened at that time, the more heat rose to the top of his head.

Not only was he angry at Countess Sinkere for not handling things properly, but more than anything else…

“Evely Sinkere! How dare you reject my proposal!”

Clutching his wand tightly, seething with wounded pride, he was informed by the butler of a guest’s visit.

“Master. The Countess of Sinkere is requesting an audience.”

“What? Sinkere? Ha! They’ve been inflicting this disgrace upon me for days. Shameless! Show them out immediately!”

“Yes! Master.”

After throwing a tantrum, the Marquis snorted loudly at the butler, then changed his mind and called him back before he left.

“No. I must see and scold her myself. Bring her to the parlor immediately.”

After moving to the drawing room, the Marquis maintained a tight-lipped expression, as if protesting against a discomforting review, and stared at the Countess in front of him with sullen eyes.

“Marquis, first of all, I apologize for the unpleasant incident last time.”

“… …”

“That day, it was truly not our family’s intention?”

“Not your intention? Then at least make the insult the Marquis received go away!”

The arrogant young Duke of Ivernum made him knelt before him!

Didn’t that girl cling to the young man and make a fool out of himself!

The Marquis, twitching his mustache in contempt, glared at the Countess in front of him.

“If you came here to say something like that, then go back immediately!”

“No, that’s not it, Marquis! I simply wanted to convey my husband’s apology… Please dispel your anger.”

As the Countess spoke in a pleading manner, the Marquis, feeling slightly better, stopped his tantrum and examined her face.

‘They don’t look very alike.’

Although not fully bloomed, the youngest daughter has a pure appearance that makes him want to possess her even more, unlike the Countess Sinkere who gives off a common impression that one would expect to see at any party.

‘Anyway, I quite liked her appearance…’

In contrast to her appearance, she was quite infuriating. It would have been satisfying to educate her as well.

The Marquis savored his regret as he recalled the image of Evely Sinkere facing him from the top.

‘I saw the potential in her since she was young.’

Evely Sinkere.

The youngest daughter, who was considered insignificant in the count’s family, was already famous for her charming looks even before reaching adulthood.

“It’s natural for someone of her age to attend tea time, but they prevented her from going to parties alone without her family. I found it unusual.”

“Yes. But when I saw her face again, I thought it was worth it!”

An angelic face that could have been painted on a temple icon.

Light pink eyes, cheeks flushed like balsam petals, and plump rosy lips.

She was like a freshly bloomed flower.

Even the pickiest aristocrats in the capital couldn’t help but make a fuss when Evely Sinkere made her first appearance in high society.

“She has grown up beautifully…”

The Marquis, recalling her slender waist and smooth neck, chuckled.

“Huh, Marquis?”

“Ahem!”

Seeing the bewildered expression on the Countess’s face, the Marquis cleared his throat for no reason, realizing only then that he had let out an eerie laugh unintentionally.

‘Tsk! Anyway, what a disgrace I have become because of that bewitching girl.’

Even though she had a voluptuous figure compared to her slender body, her innocent face resembled that of a deer, which was quite enticing.

“Damn it! Ivernum’s brat stole a march on me again!”

While the Marquis suppressed his anger, he remembered the Duke making him kneel down once more.

The Countess, who had been observing him, spoke up.

“My husband is truly embarrassed and has sent me to convey his apology. Please dispel your anger.”

“Huh! Can he do anything with mere words?”

“We also have an unwavering desire to send our Evely to someone like the Marquis and establish a good relationship.”

“Hmm?”

The Marquis, unable to let go of his lingering feelings, twisted his mustache and showed a hint of interest.

“Evely Sinkere clearly confirmed the engagement between her and the Duke of Ivernum in front of our own eyes. Are you trying to undermine the honor of the Marquis?”

“It can’t be! You know how highly Sinkere values the Marquis.”

The Marquis raised his voice as if he was genuinely angry.

However, despite his words, the Countess understood the Marquis’s true intentions by observing his immobile posture with tightly clenched buttocks.

The Countess felt relieved as she saw the lingering greed in the Marquis’s eyes.