<h4>Ch. 158 Terrible, Perfect Proposal (3)</h4>


    Ian’s description of “scary” probably wasn’t referring to Dean. As ire and Dean sat across from each other inside the moving carriage, only an awkward silence reigned. That was what Ian probably feared.


    ‘...What do I do?’


    There was a rustling sound as ire clutched the skirt of her dress. Ian had briefly told her what Dean had been up to—how he noticed that she hadn’te back, tracking her whereabouts from the dress shop, then leaking the information to Count Iris. But he left Ian to do the confrontation.


    ‘It’s more efficient that way.’


    Her brother was a man who is easily swayed by power and money, and Dean knew that.


    ‘I should say thank you.’


    Or should she say sorry before that? But for some reason, Dean’s face looked uneasy, so it was hard to find the words. What was he thinking?


    “Achoo!“


    A sneeze caught her by surprise. Due to the tension in the air she had forgotten about the chill and the goose flesh on her skin. Dean looked at ire with a startled expression, and she felt like jumping out of the carriage. Why did she have to sneeze at this time?


    “Ah...”


    Dean stared at ire for a moment, then hurriedly opened the box next he was holding.


    “I-I-I’m sorry. I forgot to give you this...!”


    He opened the box and hurriedly pulled out ire’s coat. He seemed to have retrieved it from the store where she left it.


    “...Thank you.”


    ire epted the coat. She swept away her hair and made to put her arms in the sleeves, when suddenly Dean caught her wrist.


    “What the hell is this?”


    His eyes flickered over her bruised arm. Until now, it had been hidden by the darkness and her hair.


    “O-oh, put on the coat first. We can’t let you catch a cold again...”


    He released her wrist, and ire slipped on the coat while he began to push the buttons in one by one.


    “He did that to you?”


    His eyes burned, as if he wanted to turn the carriage and go grab her fiancé by the throat.


    “Well? Who else would it be but that crazy bastard?”


    “Kug...”


    ire startedughing at the term “crazy bastard.”


    “Why are youughing?”


    ire shook her head, but she found it so funny that she couldn’t help herself.


    “As a matter of fact, I’ve been thinking ‘That crazy bastard!’ all day. Because that’s what I’ve been calling him.”


    ire swept the tears from her eyes, and a few drops slid between her fingers.


    “...I think I’m very happy.”


    ire touched his hand when he reached for thest button.


    “I feel like you’re on my side.”


    He turned away and answered curtly.


    “I am on your side, you idiot.”


    Then he continued.


    “Unconditionally.”


    He was a bit regretful. He wished he had something better to say...like...like what a poet could say. But ire replied kindly to his rough words.


    “Yes. I know.”


    Her words were just as simple as his.


    “And thank you for today, though somehow I’ve upset you.”


    “I’m not upset.”


    Dean furtively withdrew his hand away from ire’s.


    “You look upset...”


    ire looked back at their two hands, which had drifted apart.


    “I’m not!”


    “But you haven’t looked me properly in the eye....”


    “Th-that’s not it...!”


    Finally, he pulled his stare from outside the window and turned towards ire. His face was a brilliant red.


    “You aren’t wearing clothes that’s right for season! Are you stupid? Why does the dress expose you so much when you’re going to get married in winter? Is that crazy bastard’s family so poor that he can’t afford a proper dress?! You’re going to get sick!”


    “That’s because the wedding is held inside the church and it’s very warm in there.”


    “Why would that crazy pervert choose a dress like that...!”


    “I chose it. Is it that so strange?”


    ire frowned, even though the dress was now hidden from view with the coat.


    “I-it’s not strange.”


    Dean covered his face with one hand and sighed deeply.


    “I’m going crazy.”


    After mumbling imperceptibly to himself, he turned his eyes back out the window again. Before they knew it, the carriage was nearing the Academy.


    “...Pretty.”


    “So that’s why you’re in a bad mood? Because the dress is pretty?”


    “You’re pretty, not the dress! Do I have to say it for you to understand? And that dress is awful!”


    “Didn’t you just say it was strange that I picked it?”


    “I...!”


    The pure white dress was like the only light in this darkness. It was true that he was a little upset because the dress matched her image. It looked so good on her that he was a little annoyed.


    “...If you don’t like it that much, do you want me to take it off?”


    “Are you crazy?”


    He leapt up from his seat, forgetting that the carriage was in motion. As soon as his head crashed into the ceiling, he sat down again.


    “G-go to your room to change. Your room! Louise Sweeney is waiting for you there.”


    “That’s a relief. I can’t take the dress off by myself.”


    “Can’t you stop talking about undressing?”


    “Then what do you want me to say instead?”


    “Oh, really! Why did I really...”


    He swept aside his hair and slid his forehead against the window.


    At that moment the carriage stopped. Dean opened the door wide and then jumped out onto the ground. Outside the carriage, he turned back to ire with aplicated expression.


    “How long are you going to stay in there? Aren’t you getting off?”


    ire rose slowly from her seat, her body heavy with exhaustion. She climbed carefully down on the steps of the carriage.


    “...You.”


    Dean frowned at her.


    “Where did you leave your shoes?”


    One was abandoned and the other she had taken off. It was tooplicated to exin.


    “Somehow I just ended up with no shoes....”


    “You’re really all over the ce, aren’t you?”


    Dean kept onining, but he turned around and offered his back to her.


    Was he—?


    “Hurry up! Louise Sweeney is procrastinating in your room!”


    At his urging, ire quickly hugged Dean’s neck. As she leaned perfectly against his broad back, and he tipped over a little. She thought he was having trouble because of her dress, but she soon realized that he was simply adjusting her on his back.


    “...It’s a little embarrassing.”


    ire spoke in a small voice, but Dean didn’t answer and started walking.


    “Thank you.”


    “Today’s work isn’t mine, but the President’s...”


    “Not just for today.”


    irefortably leaned her weight against him.


    “Everything from the beginning until now. You’ve always been there for me.”


    “You don’t have to thank me for that. It’s natural.”


    “Thank you for saying it’s natural.”


    “...Really. You.”


    “Thank you for saying that I am pretty. The truth is...”


    ire had a delusion in the dress shop. She had wanted Dean toe, not her fiancé. She wished she could have seen his surprised reaction.


    “Your reaction in the carriage was quite funny, so I was really happy.”


    “Really!”


    He turned around and shouted at her, but their faces were so close that he hurriedly turned back again. ire smiled, but then suddenly got worried.


    “Well, but that means I won’t see an enthusiastic reaction next time I wear a wedding dress.”


    She didn’t think she liked that.


    “...I’ll react.”


    He returned a vague reply. His cheeks, which were against her arms, somehow felt hot.


    “Enthusiastically?”


    “Yes, with great enthusiasm! You’ll be so astonished that you’ll lose your shoes.”


    “That’s difficult.”


    She didn’t walk into a wedding like this.


    “So, ire Iris.”


    She could feel the solidness of his arms that supported her.


    “Next time, go pick the dress with me.”


    “...”


    “You don’t like the idea?”


    “Not that...just a little surprised.”


    “Then do it, alright?”


    ire thought for a while. What a terrible, perfect proposal. She squeezed her arms a little more firmly around him. Who said it was winter now? It didn’t feel windy or cold at all. Maybe it would be that way as long as the two of them were together.


    “...Yes, I will. “


    At that moment, the terrible winter of ire’s heart melted away.