CH 5.2
Married To A Savage Duke
âIt was a great dinner.â Cade greeted the Marquis briefly before he stood up from his chair.
It was a blatant lie for he showed no interest in the various dishes laid on the table.
Immediately, a threatening shadow cast over Cherrylâs small frame.
She could tell that the Duke was tall from a distance, and when she sat next to him, she knew that he was strong as well.
However, the manâs physique looked so large up close that she could sense his overwhelming strength from his aura alone.
His broad shoulders seemed thick, and the chest in front of Cherrylâs nose appeared solid.
The tightness of his upper garment caught her sight one after another.
In her hopes of avoiding this walking disaster, Cherryl closed her eyes, turned her body around, and started walking.
However, Cade caught up with her in just one step and strode right next to her.
It was embarrassing to have a man follow her like he was her tail as she climbed the stairs, but perhaps, it was a good thing.
She had no idea that walking side by side with a man like him made her heart flutter.
Unfortunately, the guest room where Cade was supposed to stay was right next to Cherrylâs bedroom.
âWas the walk from the dining hall to this floor really that long?â
She had no idea that the hallway where she used to tread every day would feel this new.
Cherrylâs hand had pressed down on the constant pounding of her heart when she arrived in front of the guest room with him.
âYou can stay hereââ Cherryl, who had just attempted to open the door, rattled the handle in chagrin. âWhat?â
The door to the guest room was locked tight.
âWho locked this bedroom again?â
This particular room wasnât used that often because it was only reserved for the most precious guests.
The metal inside the door handle was quite loose and rusty, and if someone messed with it even just a little, the door would be locked from the inside.
Perhaps, the cleaning staff made a mistake.
As she stood in the cramped space close enough for a part of her to graze the manâs shoulder, Cherryl admitted hurriedly, âExcuse me, Your Grace. I think we have a problem.â
Instead of answering, Cade reached out a hand, and she stopped clattering the door handle.
His significant digits came into her view as if they would touch her seemingly masculine hand that had slender bones sticking out slightly more than usual.
She decided to step aside as Cade grabbed the doorknob with nonchalance.
His firm grip broke the metal in the doorknob like a toy, even if it didnât look like he used force.
After opening the door easily, the Duke crept into the guest room as Cherryl gave the broken door a vacant stare.
This door would never be locked again until it was replaced.
âThis is your room, YâYour Grace.â Cherryl might have stuttered but she didnât forget her manners.
After scanning the guest room, Cade flopped down at the  end of the bed, pulled at his collar and took a low breath as if frustrated.
Then, a bolt bone settled underneath his black shirt crept out.
Suddenly, Cherryl remembered her stepmotherâs message to relieve the manâs fatigue.
Her heartbeat barely subsided and it pounded once more as the thought of getting out of this room filled her head.
âThereâs a bathroom here in the guest room, Your Grace. It wouldnât be an inconvenience to do it. Just call me if you need any help.â
ââ¦â¦.â
Cadeâs golden eyes, which she had immediately admired for their beauty, turned to Cherryl, and only then did she realize that her words sounded strange.
âOh, my God, Your Grace! Iâm not offering to assist you in your bath!â Cherryl recovered quickly. âPlease call me if you need any help, even if itâs not about helping you bathe.â She explained further. âNot me, of course, but the servant.â
Cade watched her silently and one corner of his lips had curved upward.
Was heâ
Did he just smirk at her?
Yet, it seemed subtly different from a smirk.
His expression felt similar to how someone would see a cute small animal.
Strangely enough, she didnât find him scary as before.
Cade tilted his upper body and observed Cherryl with an eye smile.
Then, he opened his mouth to speak in such a sweet, low voice. âYouâre too nervous.â
The Duke swept his smooth black hair to the side.
His exposed forehead looked a bit wide, but it suited him.
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As she appreciated his handsomeness, Â she recalled that moment she accidentally hit that gorgeous forehead with her silver ring.
Cherrylâs shoulders, which had slowly loosened earlier, were angled sharply.
âYou seemed nervous during the meal, so I jested to lighten you up.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âAre you uncomfortable with me?â
Cade looked up at her with his loose hands close to his mouth.
She didnât think it was a joke.
It was more of a threat that he would kill everything that bothered him.
In the original novel, he was a man who didnât know how to or take a joke.
Trying to ease Cherrylâs tension, Cade seemed suspicious if she might say so.
âItâs not uncomfortable, Your Grace.â
Cherryl responded as if she was about to be decapitated.
Perhaps, the Duke would cut her hair first.
âI understand if you donât like it. You must have thought I was ugly.â
Cade avoided her gaze.
Surprised by the unexpected remark, Cherryl slightly opened her mouth.
His intense aura seemed a little scary and burdensome, butâ¦.
What did he mean by ugly?
Did he mean his faceâhis masculine and stoic appearance that a normal woman had to lose her soul over so that she could admire it forever.
âYou must not like to be alone with me. You may leave now.â
At that moment, the large and muscular man looked strangely lonely.
It was pretty different from the original novel that she knew.
Curiosity shot up inside her, replacing the fear.
Moreover, if she left like this, she admitted it was uncomfortable.