I’m In Trouble Because My Husband Is So Cute - Chapter 118

Chapter 118

Translator and Editor: Effe and Nabi

It sounded like she was asking, Would you like to be my colleague? so she spoke softly.

“I think it would be nice if you could take charge of this festival.”

“Me, me?”

“Of course. Peter, is there anyone else here besides you?”

As she uttered so with a smile, Peter’s face blushed.

At that moment…

“Good idea.”

Zachary swiftly interjected, enveloping Iellie’s shoulder in a firm embrace. The unexpected arrival of the Duke startled Peter, causing him to flinch, while Iellie’s sharp eyes snapped open. Undeterred, he maintained a brazen demeanor, meeting her gaze with a mischievous grin.

‘This is okay, right?’

‘I can’t with you, really.’

Understanding his intentions, Iellie gently shook her head and refocused on the ongoing conversation. It seemed that the Duke’s interruption had served as a catalyst for Peter to regain his composure.

Taken aback, Peter hastily responded to the situation.

“Me, me? It’s nonsense. I’m a fool who doesn’t know anything…!”

“A fool who knows the importance of transportation and publicity itself.”

Iellie said so in a firm but soft voice. She nodded her head lightly before continuing her words.

“In fact, seafood from the North is great in many ways. It’s fresh and tastes great.”

“Duchess…”

“I also think it’s a bit unfortunate that seafood of such good quality is consumed only in the north.”

Peter blinked at Iellie’s voice. Iellie looked firm.

“So, I want to leave the planning of the festival to you.”

“But I don’t know anything about festivals or anything, and…””

“You can get help with that. Don’t worry too much, I’ll put administrators.”

She knew the value of talented people. As a matter of fact, talent must be used where appropriate.

“In many ways, you seem to have great affection for the North.”

Observing her kind demeanor, Zachary thought of how much he had pressured that fisherman. He feels a bit pitiful for that fisherman.

“I think there should be more people like you in the North.”

Meanwhile, the ignorant Peter felt the tip of his nose frown.

In any case, it was only natural for him to agree with someone who recognized his worth. He had often tried to voice his thoughts until he grew hoarse, but no one had paid him any heed. Yet, here he was, being listened to by the most esteemed woman in the North.

‘I used to get cursed at every time for thinking useless things…’

Entrusting the position of a planner to a fisherman was itself an unconventional personnel measure. So, realizing that this was an opportune moment, Peter lowered his head and spoke with fervor.

“Tha, thank you! I will do my best, Duchess!”

“I hope this festival will promote the great seafood of the North as well.”

Iellie replied with a satisfied face. Her face was that of one who had caught a useful talent in her own net. For reference, the talents she selected are called ‘talented people’ but actually were ‘slaves.’

“Then, have a good time at work. See you at the next meeting.”

“I’ll look forward to it!”

He gave a lively greeting followed.

Zachary held Iellie’s hand tightly. Seeing him holding her hand like a child holding its parent’s hand, she narrowed her eyes.

“Zachary, you are so jealous.”

How could he be so wary about her just having a few conversations with fishermen?

“It’s not jealousy, it’s an expression of affection.”

Saying so, he hugged Iellie from behind and smiled. He thought to himself as he kissed her on the cheek.

He was very fortunate to have such a capable and lovely wife by his side.

* * *

The preparations for the festival progressed steadily, with Iellie taking charge and personally overseeing every aspect. The individuals under her command worked tirelessly, their weary appearances resembling wandering ghosts with dark shadows beneath their eyes.

“Len, aren’t you tired?”

“Even though I’m tired, I have to do it.”

“Is there anything I can do to help? Can I get you some snacks?”

Amidst the flurry of festival preparations, the Duke’s unwavering display of affection towards the Duchess caught the attention of those around them. It was a small curiosity that sparked interest among the onlookers.

He spared no effort in attending to his wife, ensuring her comfort by bringing her snacks and even running errands on her behalf. To carve out time for such gestures, he would rise before dawn each morning.

“Zachary, I don’t need snacks or errands.”

As the Duke quickly fell into dismay at the Duchess’ firm answer, she let out a sigh and spoke again.

“Why don’t you get some more sleep in the morning? You didn’t sleep these days, right?”

“I’m okay.”

“I am not okay. I know how busy you are, and I’m sorry you always do this.”

His workload was so serious that even the Duchess would say so.

“I’d rather sleep less in the morning than spend less time looking at your face.”

“….”

These kinds of expressions of affection were trivial by the Duke’s standard. In the end, it was the Duchess who gave up.

“Fine, if you are comfortable with that.”

Iellie nodded in embarrassment.

After all, he was the best knight in the empire. Aside from his winter magic, his physical abilities were also top-notch, so it meant that he must be able to take care of his own tiredness.

At the thought, she could feel at ease.

“So, what are you thinking about right now?”

“Um, about what products to put out at the festival?”

She then shrugged her shoulders. On the other hand, Zachary rolled his eyes as he asked in a puzzled tone.

“Products?”

“Yes. Because if you want to attract customers, you have to create something that will entice them.”

She rolled the pen in her hand and nodded her head. Iellie muttered, looking lost in her thoughts.

“Anyway, the purpose of this festival is to promote seafood, so you should do something appropriate for that…”

Silently, Zachary gazed at her, appreciating the expression on her face as she was deep in thought. He found her contemplative countenance captivating, with her long lashes framing her face like delicate butterfly wings.

Almost involuntarily, his hand reached out towards her.

“….?”

Iellie looked up at him with a questioning face. His fingers were caressing her cheek.

“Len, it’s all right.”

“Huh?”

His fingers brushed her cheeks and caressed the corners of her lips. He knew very well that she was engrossed in her work, cutting down on sleep these days.

Zachary patted her lips softly and whispered.

“Don’t push yourself too hard.”

Noticing that his voice was serious, Iellie, who was looking at him, smiled and nodded her head.

“Still, I don’t think it’s a bit strange to say that when you sleep less every night.”

Hearing those words, he lost his words while Iellie burst into laughter.

“I’m joking, joking.”

“…Are you really joking?”

“A joke that I mean, though.”

She put her pen down on her desk and ran her hand through his cravat.

“It’s okay because I’m having fun, too.”

“….”

Hearing her words, his face turned red. It was cute how shy he was whenever he was teased like this when he was so passionate in bed. Seeing him like that, Iellie pulled him by the neck and kissed him deeply.

“That’s the most important thing about the festival. Food.”

Hearing her firm voice, he tilted his head.

After thinking about it for almost a week, this was the conclusion she came to. The blood of Koreans who value food was boiling here.

“Food…?”

“Yes. So, at this meeting, we mainly dealt with that aspect.”

Iellie replied seriously. Aside from her past life, food is actually important. It was fun to eat light snacks at a festival.

Looking at his wife, he suppressed a laugh.

“Right, it is.”

“But I’m still thinking about what kind of food to serve.”

As she looked discontented, Zachary looked at her, narrowing her brow and asked abruptly.

“Do you even have to worry about that?”

“Of course. I need to take the lead in this matter.”