I Found a Husband When I Picked up the Male Lead

Chapter 1

"Do two truly love each other and pledge to be together for the rest of your lives?"

"Yes."

"..."

He answered without even an ounce of worry.

On the should-have-been the happiest day in the world, the bridegroom has a cold face that should not have been there on his wedding. However, there was a satisfied smile on his lips. Something only he can recognize.

Werazel*, on the other hand, was just staring at the wall blankly. She had to answer the officiant's question, but couldn't answer it. If I say yes, I won't be able to take back everything.

*still considering a name change... coz Werazel???6

'Am I really getting married?'

I can't see this person's thinking at all. I never dreamed I'd marry him. Of course, all of this was his choice.

"Werazel."

Werazel trembled with astonishment at the voice breaking the quiet silence.

She slowly raised her head and looked at the man in front of her.

The man, wearing a neat black dress, glowed as if the main character of the wedding was the groom.

His face seemed to be carved, like the sculptor's life was devoted to his face. Eyes that are glistening like red diamonds, and lips that are firmly closed under a pointed nose like a well-polished arrowhead.

He was perfection itself.

Much taller than any adult man and with wide shoulders, he did not neglect his training without fail.

Thanks to that, the contours of the muscles that could not be hidden even when dressed were hard and sexy enough to ignite the hearts of many women.1

Moreover, the robe he wore was made using the finest fabrics, one and only suit in the Empire that was born at the fingertips of famous designers.

The robes were clean enough not to forgive even the smallest dust, and there were no fine wrinkles.

The tendency of the duke to pursue perfection and to keep it intact was revealed.

In addition to his robe that smells of money, the dress she wears is the same.

She can dare say the designer-made white wedding dress she was wearing was her first expensive dress in this world.

The dress made of silk was luxurious with a soft gloss, with the silver lace stitched with pearl and ruby added gorgeousness around her chest line, revealing round shoulders.

Hundreds of fine pink diamonds in a mermaid fit wedding dress that clings to her body gave a natural sparkle.

It was a luxurious robe of wealth, worthy of the royal family.

The ceremony of the two was held in the temple, and the guests were made up of only close relatives.

"..."

Lizelle looked silently at the person calling her. A smile was pasted on his face.

"Would you like to answer me?"

He asked in a very sweet tone. Garnering all the women's excitement and affection.

"Does the bride, Werazel Prossier, sincerely loves and vows to be with the groom, Chester Halos?"

The officiant asked once more, having hearing no answer.

A quiet voice came from the half-empty guest seats with the question.