The Black-haired Noblewoman, Who Disguised Herself, Seems To Have Been Doted On While Serving As The Caretaker For The Duke Who Dislikes Women - Episode 37

Men’s hands are so strong.

As I gently rubbed the area from my wrist to my elbow, I was vaguely thinking about such things. My husband said he had lost weight, but even so, it was completely different from my pale and slender arms. His arms were hard with prominent veins, large palms, and bony fingers.

A man’s hand that looks strong.

I was embraced in this person’s arms, wasn’t I……

Suddenly, the day when Lady Bracey visited flashes through my mind. When I was accused of deliberately coming into contact with my husband and was about to be hit, he pulled me close with his strong arms and drew me into his chest.

At that time… he was so cool. He was like a prince who came to rescue me from a crisis.

While touching my husband’s arm and thinking about such things, I suddenly came to my senses.

Ugh. I wonder how much time has passed. It feels like I’ve been massaging for longer than usual…

I release my hand from my husband’s arm and look up at him to check if it’s okay to stop now.

Then.

My heart skips a beat.

Because my husband’s blue eyes were staring straight at me.

The eyes reflecting the indoor lights shimmered with a small sparkle, breathtakingly beautiful. As those eyes gazed at me, they seemed to sway seductively. For some reason, I felt flustered and couldn’t find the words.

Without averting his gaze from me, my husband continues to stare at me. His lustrous silver bangs look incredibly alluring, and my heart starts to beat faster and more intensely.

His lips trembled slightly and parted. It was then, tense and rigid.

With a clatter, the door to the room opened. Startled, my shoulders jumped.

“Lord Lloyd~! I’ve brought you a late-night snack. Is just a sandwich and soup okay? Now that I think about it, I haven’t eaten anything since lunch today. I’m so hungry… Oh, you’re here, Michelle.”

Curtis’s loud voice broke the tense atmosphere. As I watched Curtis with my heart pounding, my husband stood up.

“That’s enough for today. Thank you. … Take your time and rest.”

“Y-yes. Then, excuse me.”

At those words, I also stood up, walked awkwardly, and left the office.

Wh-what was that just now…?

Walking briskly down the hallway, I press my hand against my flushed cheek. Remembering that moment just a little while ago when I locked eyes with my husband, my heart beats more fiercely than it did in the office.

From the next day, my feelings became strangely restless and unsettled. My husband’s charm and beauty, which I had never really noticed before, suddenly stood out to me.

What on earth happened?

His looks were great from the beginning… What’s wrong with me?

After a while, my husband told me that I probably didn’t need massages anymore, and I stopped going to the study at night.

On the last day, my husband looked at me with an incredibly kind expression and said to me.

“Thank you for everything so far, Michelle. Thanks to you, my recovery has been quick.”

“N-no, not at all… It was a clumsy massage, but I’m glad if it was of any help to you, sir.”

When I shyly answered like that, my husband stared at my face for a moment again. …Lately, I feel like he’s been staring at me a lot, and it makes me nervous.

The husband, who slightly parted his lips as if to say something, closed his mouth once and then spoke again in a gentle voice.

“Thank you.”

The unchanging daily routine has returned. Like Amanda and the other servants, I worked at the Harrington Duke’s residence, and the master, with his fully recovered arm, was busier than ever, bustling around every day.

By the way, I wonder what will happen to my future treatment…

While cleaning around the garden, which had gradually become a routine task, I suddenly thought to myself.

When I was first hired as a servant in this mansion, it was supposed to be a trial period. If I worked well, I would be officially hired, and after the master’s recovery, we would discuss my future again. That was the agreement.

Hmm… I would be really grateful if I could stay here at the Harrington mansion as a servant… The work is enjoyable, and everyone in the house is so nice. I’ve already gotten used to it. I wonder what the master thinks about it.

We should have a proper talk sometime soon.

A few days after I had been thinking about such things, my husband and Mr. Curtis came home in the evening. Not wanting to miss this opportunity, I caught my husband as he was about to go up the stairs.