My Dream is to Get My Own House - Chapter 43

Episode 43

 

[Special Supply for Newlyweds!

 

Newlywed Town: Mandatory Participation Program]

 

 

 

Week 2, Nationwide Newlywed Interior Showcase

 

– Showcasing the homes of newlywed couples who moved into townhouses!

 

– Take a look at the interiors of other townhouse families~

 

– Administrative officer, Emmanuel, from the Housing Supply Management Bureau will participate in this picnic.

 

 

 

Clearly, two weeks had passed since I was locked up in a cell.

 

 

 

But why was it still the Week 2 program!

 

 

 

I could almost see Emmanuel’s ominous smile in front of me.

 

 

 

“We’ll each use a room…”

 

 

 

A housewarming, they say.

 

 

 

If I show this interior, it’s the perfect situation to raise suspicion.

 

 

 

“We should move our things to the larger bedroom.”

 

 

 

“Yes, we’ll sleep together.”

 

 

 

Since the blue door, there has been a slight change in our relationship.

 

 

 

But when I heard the word “sleep together,” my cheeks flushed red.

 

 

 

I fanned myself.

 

 

 

Just as I was finishing the conversation with him and looking at the pamphlet, a thought occurred to me.

 

 

 

“I have a noble title now, is it really necessary to participate in this program?”

 

 

 

Thinking that, I shook my head subtly.

 

 

 

No.

 

 

 

I still hadn’t entered the Tower, hadn’t received the 1 billion gold directly, and hadn’t sold the herbs I obtained in prison.

 

 

 

So for now, it seemed right to reside in the newlywed town.

 

 

 

It wasn’t because I wanted to spend more time with Dylan.

 

 

 

The situation wasn’t favorable.

 

 

 

“What are you thinking?”

 

 

 

“Oh.”

 

 

 

I awkwardly smiled and spoke.

 

 

 

“It’s nothing! Let’s move all the stuff together! I’ll help!”

 

 

 

It was when I confidently entered Dylan’s nursery.

 

 

 

I could see some unusual gossip magazines on the wall shelf.

 

 

 

[The Chronicles of Grand Duke Castilla]

 

 

 

[The Whereabouts of the Murderous Duke: The Self-Disemboweler!]

 

 

 

It was a gossip magazine with all sorts of filthy speculations about Grand Duke Castilla.

 

 

 

“Dylan seems really interested in Grand Duke Castilla.”

 

 

 

I tried to take all the gossip magazines off the wall.

 

 

 

But then, a few notes that were stuck in the magazine fluttered down to the floor.

 

 

 

They were small notes written in Dylan’s handwriting.

 

 

 

[Murder X: Let them all live.]

 

[Disembowelment X: Didn’t eat any entrails. Likes tasty food.]

 

 

 

Why did he write these down?

 

 

 

I was looking at the notes curiously.

 

 

 

Soon, I heard a voice calling me from outside the door.

 

 

 

“Ishael?”

 

 

 

“Ah, yes!”

 

 

 

I picked up the gossip magazine with the inserted note and headed to the bedroom.

 

 

 

“Let’s discuss how to do the interior.”

 

 

 

“Oh.”

 

 

 

Dylan’s expression stiffened when he saw the title of the book in my hand, “The Whereabouts of the Murderous Duke: The Self-Disemboweler!”

 

 

 

“Yes, understood.”

 

* * *

 

First, I completely cleared out Dylan’s nursery and moved all his belongings to the bedroom.

 

 

 

But a problem arose.

 

 

 

“We cleaned up too early.”

 

 

 

The housewarming was tomorrow evening.

 

 

 

Thanks to that, today, Dylan had nowhere to rest.

 

 

 

“Um… Should I give up the bed?”

 

 

 

He raised his head.

 

 

 

“You can sleep on the sofa.”

 

 

 

“But it will still be uncomfortable.”

 

 

 

I hesitated on the sofa and furrowed my eyebrows.

 

 

 

“In that case, I’ll sleep on the bed instead.”

 

 

 

“If it’s really uncomfortable for you.”

 

 

 

Suddenly, he dryly replied.

 

 

 

“We can sleep together in the bedroom.”

 

 

 

His expression remained unchanged.

 

 

 

Still indifferent, showing no signs of desire.

 

 

 

“We will be married for a year, so I think it’s natural for us to do so.”

 

 

 

As I listened to the words, it began to feel obvious.

 

 

 

“Is that so?”

 

 

 

“Yes. Married couples normally sleep in the same bedroom.”

 

 

 

Once again, Dylan’s FM-like side was revealed without regret.

 

 

 

“Well, that makes sense.”

 

 

 

“Also, we should practice looking natural when we meet other newlywed couples.”

 

 

 

In an odd moment, I was convinced.

 

 

 

Perhaps he was right, practice was necessary.

 

 

 

Practice not to faint while sharing a bed with Dylan.

 

 

 

But when it finally became late at night and we lay side by side…

 

 

 

‘Something feels off.’

 

 

 

I blinked my eyes while lying on the queen-sized bed in my pajamas.

 

 

 

My gaze kept going to Dylan.

 

 

 

Was it because he was wearing a revealing outfit?

 

 

 

“Ishael, are you having trouble sleeping too?”

 

 

 

Yes, because of you.

 

 

 

A handsome man over 190cm tall kept breathing next to me.

 

 

 

…But I couldn’t say that.

 

 

 

I glanced at him and blushed.

 

 

 

“Yes, a little.”

 

 

 

He leaned sideways and looked at me.

 

 

 

I, too, glanced at him discreetly.

 

 

 

Dylan’s gaze was dark and heavy.

 

 

 

His red eyes reminded me of the day the blue door opened.

 

 

 

He had that same gaze.

 

 

 

Eyes that seemed to be struggling to control their desire.

 

 

 

Realizing that fact, a sense of tension surged within me.

 

 

 

“Shall I sing a lullaby for you?”

 

 

 

“What would you sing?”

 

 

 

“I don’t know the lyrics, but it’s a beautiful song.”

 

 

 

Eventually, I heard his drowsy humming.

 

 

 

I felt strangely familiar with this lullaby.

 

 

 

It was a feeling that made sleep come easily.

 

 

 

Listening to his voice like that, dawn arrived.

 

 

 

When did I fall asleep?

 

 

 

I heard a whispering voice in my ear.

 

 

 

“Brother, take care! Don’t forget the lullaby I sang! Tell me!”

 

 

 

“I saved a cool brother who is brave and wicked.”

 

 

 

“Yes! That’s the right answer! The wicked puppy is me, you know, right?”

 

 

 

A boy with a slightly distorted face and a girl who smiled brightly despite being covered in mud appeared.

 

 

 

The image was slightly clearer than before.

 

 

 

“I’ll come again. If anyone bothers you, I’ll tear them all apart!”

 

 

 

“I’ll wait. No, I’ll come find you.”

 

 

 

I opened my eyes wide.

 

 

 

Unknown faces kept appearing in my mind.

 

 

 

This can’t be just a waking dream, right?

 

 

 

But I hadn’t heard that waking dreams could last this long.

 

 

 

What could be the reason for these persistent waking dreams?

 

 

 

“Is my potential really that remarkable?”

 

 

 

With an excited heart, I clenched my fist and opened my eyes, but stopped abruptly.

 

 

 

I felt someone’s breath close by.

 

 

 

Although we had been far apart just now.

 

 

 

Suddenly, Dylan and I were pressed against each other, leaving only a small gap between us.

 

 

 

To be precise, I had my face buried in his chest…

 

 

 

“Eek.”

 

 

 

“…Ah.”

 

 

 

I tried to turn my body around, but he held onto me.

 

 

 

“It’s okay. Lean on me.”

 

 

 

I swallowed hard as I looked at his disheveled clothes.

 

 

 

“Um, I thought I might have a heart attack if I leaned on you, Dylan.”

 

 

 

I thought it would be natural for him to back away if I said that.

 

 

 

That’s the kind of person I knew Dylan to be.

 

 

 

But he didn’t keep his distance from me.

 

 

 

Instead, he smiled softly.

 

 

 

“I feel the same way, but I still don’t want to separate.”

 

 

 

He was giving me a hint, taking into account the timing of the blue door.

 

 

 

Why was that?

 

 

 

There was only one reason.

 

 

 

I had never asked him about that reason before.

 

 

 

He had been silently observing my confused eyes.

 

 

 

Then, he raised his hand and covered my eyes, asking softly.

 

 

 

“Even so, are you still unable to sleep?”

 

 

 

“…”

 

 

 

As the area in contact with him increased, it felt like my heart was dropping to the bottom with a thud.

 

 

 

“Dylan.”

 

 

 

The world in front of me turned dark.

 

 

 

I recalled everything that had happened between us until now.

 

 

 

The proposal.

 

 

 

The confrontation at the ball.

 

 

 

Even the brief kiss in the prison.

 

 

 

“Can I ask, just in case?”

 

 

 

“Yes.”

 

 

 

Summoning up my courage, I asked him.

 

 

 

“Why do you treat me so well?”

 

 

 

On a tranquil night where moonlight poured in through the window, Dylan whispered softly.

 

 

 

“You already know the reason.”

 

 

 

“I want to hear it from your own lips, Dylan.”

 

 

 

“Do you know about our first meeting?”

 

 

 

“The day of the proposal?”

 

 

 

At that moment, Dylan whispered as if telling a story from a long time ago.

 

 

 

“The reason I started to admire you, Ishael, is something that happened long before that.”