The Young Male Protagonist Who is Destined for Ruin Fell for Me - Chapter 115

Outside the guest cabins of the ship, Hailed and Vanessa stood, looking rather troubled. The reason for their hesitation was the estimated time of arrival that Captain Starbuck had just relayed to them.

“Miss Vanessa, what did Captain Starbuck say?”

“He said we will arrive at our destination in twenty minutes. What should we do?”

“Hah….”

For the past ten minutes, they had repeated the same conversation while staring at the countless cabin doors before them.

It had only been thirty minutes since their lord had suddenly scooped up the duchess—who had been striking a rather peculiar pose on the deck—and rushed her into a cabin.

Now, to inform them of the arrival time and risk interrupting them was an extremely dangerous task. Even Vanessa, who would soon be leaving the duke’s household, was treading carefully.

As they neared their destination, Hailed finally came up with a brilliant plan—one that would protect his master’s dignity without disturbing him.

“Miss Vanessa, you’ve worked hard all this time. Wouldn’t it be nice to take one last tour of the beautiful Chaeild Archipelago?”

“Oh, absolutely! How long would that take?”

“About three hours….”

“That sounds perfect.”

Unlike Kyle and Amel, who had perfected their teamwork through subtle exchanges of affection in the carriage, Captain Starbuck was utterly bewildered.

“Head Steward, did you just say three hours? If we head toward the archipelago now, we’ll burn through twice as much fuel.”

Hailed smiled warmly and patted the captain’s shoulder as if he shared his concerns.

Having spent most of his time at the docks, Starbuck clearly did not understand how his master expressed his love for his wife.

“Captain Starbuck, don’t worry. Just follow my orders.”

“But the cost….”

“His Grace is not a man who frets over small change. Remember this—without love, there is no peace.”

Starbuck flinched and quickly nodded.

Without love, there is no peace.

Among Chaeild’s servants, that phrase was a polite way of saying, ‘If we interfere with anything related to the lady of the house, we’re doomed.’

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By the time Amel disembarked from the ship, she was so drained from Kyle’s overwhelming affection that she was practically clinging to his arm as she walked.

However, after changing into a wide-brimmed floppy hat and a lightweight white dress perfect for a tropical retreat, she regained her energy as if nothing had happened.

“Kyle, shall we take a walk along the beach? Hmm?”

Kyle gazed at Amel, who was pestering him like an eager puppy begging for a stroll.

He had realized it several times before—Amel loved to travel. It was as if she had never been able to do so in a past life, as she cherished each moment with intense focus.

Even when visiting places that seemed insignificant, she reacted with the joy of someone who had gained the entire world, making him want to take her to even more places.

…Which is why she’d probably feel pressured if I told her what I did.

Kyle, about to speak, closed his mouth. His perceptive wife waited for him to continue.

Feeling slightly burdened by her gaze, he reached up and adjusted her hat. It suited her well, but the wide brim would be a nuisance if he wanted to steal a sudden kiss.

“Noona, your hat might blow away.”

With a touch full of ulterior motives, Kyle tilted her hat back slightly and took her hand. The way her fingers fidgeted like a child’s betrayed her excitement.

The villa was nestled within the island’s pristine white sands and embraced by crystal-clear waters, making for the perfect scenic walk.

“Wow….”

Amel let out a breathless sigh as she took in the open sea and the golden hues of the setting sun. The sight moved her so deeply that her eyes stung with emotion.

“Thank you for showing me such a beautiful view, Kyle.”

“Do you like it?”

Amel beamed brightly and nodded. She then launched into a detailed explanation of what made the landscape so stunning, only to find herself feeling rather strange.

Kyle was looking at her with the expression of someone who had bought everything just to make sure she liked something.

Like a gift.

At the thought, Amel narrowed her eyes.

“Kyle… This island… Is it owned by Chaeild?”

“If you consider the duchess’s private estate as part of the family’s assets, then yes.”

“…….”

Amel felt as if she had been thrown into the vastness of space. He had gifted her an island—an island larger than the empire’s capital.

Meanwhile, Kyle was relishing the pleasure of watching his wife look up at him in shock. Surprises truly are the best kind of gifts.

“Amellia Chaeild Island. Named after its rightful owner.”

Two days ago, Kyle had received Kylean Island—a gift given to him with love. From that moment, he had learned a new rule: if land is given as a gift, happiness follows.

Thus, he had developed a new hobby.

He had started inserting “Amellia Chaeild” into the names of various estates and lands owned by the Chaeild family.

Amel would probably find out and ask why he was going to such lengths. But Kyle was the type of man who worried over every little thing when it came to his wife.

‘If I were to suddenly die in an accident…’

‘I can’t allow Noona and the children who resemble her to live without a villa or an island.’

‘……’

‘I must be ridiculous.’

Feeling embarrassed by his own thoughts, Kyle cut them off. In any case, the island had been renamed, and he had already ensured that the updated maps were being printed.

The employees at government offices, where the revised maps were displayed, as well as the countless people passing by, would come to accept the name Amellia Chaeild as completely natural.

Kyle’s satisfaction bloomed like a spring bud, his eyes curving into a smile. Amel let out a small laugh and stroked his cheek.

How could she possibly put on a stern expression in front of a man who was so eager to give her everything?

“I guess I’ve finally gotten used to my husband’s grand gestures. Or maybe… I’m just always happy because it’s from you, Kyle?”

“……!”

“But the construction of Amellia Department Store and Amellia Training Hall is off-limits.”

Kyle showed his disappointment but nodded. After all, department stores and training halls were just buildings. There was still plenty of land left.

Besides, those were merely two of the many gifts he had prepared for her. And as if on cue, the sun dipped below the horizon, darkening the sky.

“Noona, we should head back soon.”

Kyle wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her toward the expansive villa. The road ahead was vast and dim, yet it did not feel far at all.

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By the time their exquisite dinner was nearly over, Amel’s wealth had tripled. Of course, this was all Kyle’s doing.

She had already received more than she could possibly handle, but Kyle still had Vanessa bring something else.

As she followed his gaze and looked toward Vanessa, Amel gradually closed her mouth. The servant was carrying a tray draped with a red cloth, beneath which bottles peeked through.

“Is that… alcohol?”

“I knew you’d like it, Noona.”

Kyle lifted the cloth, revealing several bottles of wine in transparent glass, each adorned with an intricate geometric label.

Amel picked one up to examine the label and widened her eyes. Every single bottle bore the name Amellia.

“The wine… has my name on it?”

“Since you love drinking, I thought gifting you a vineyard and a winery would be perfect.”

“My goodness… You got me a winery? I love this excessive generosity, Kyle.”

As expected, Amel’s reaction was quite different when the gift involved alcohol. Kyle watched as she ran a delicate hand over the bottle, full of appreciation, and thought of her father.

‘So the love of drinking runs in the family.’

Kyle entertained the idea of one day toasting with their children before signaling to Hailed.

The steward expertly uncorked a bottle with a practiced flick of the opener.

“Shall we toast? Thank you for marrying me, Kyle. I love you.”

“I love you, Noona.”

Their glasses clinked softly, ringing with a clear note before parting. Kyle savored the sweet yet sensual aroma before taking a sip.

Each wine had been crafted with inspiration drawn entirely from her. Naturally, he was the one who had conveyed that inspiration to the winery.

After all, there was no way he’d allow another man to study his wife’s charm and express it through alcohol.

“Kyle, shall we have another glass? A different one this time.”

Amel picked another bottle from the remaining five. Fresh wine filled new glasses, and she emptied hers effortlessly.

“This is so good….”

Kyle chuckled at the slightly raised pitch of her voice. That amusement remained—until she suggested opening a third bottle, having already emptied several glasses.

And then, halfway through the third bottle, she suggested opening a fourth.

With alcohol dulling her gaze and dissolving any tension in her body, she even started displaying an oddly skilled technique—swirling an unopened bottle to create a tiny vortex inside.

“Kyle, let’s have one more glass?”

“Noona, I think you’re getting drunk. Maybe we should get some fresh air—”

“But I really want to have just one more with my husband.”

“…….”

“Honey, hmm?”

“Hailed. Quickly follow the duchess’s command.”

The moment Kyle said it, he regretted it.

Amel’s voice had already grown drowsy, brimming with intoxication. If he let her keep drinking at this rate, not only would their legendary first night be ruined, but she’d likely be too hungover to enjoy the honeymoon tomorrow.

Kyle personally refilled her glass but made sure to emphasize:

“Noona, this is the last one. No more after this.”

“Mm….”

Amel immediately tilted the glass back and drank, then flashed him a mischievous smile.

“But I don’t want it to be the last one.”

“…….”

“Aren’t you going to taste it too?”

She dipped her fingertip into his wine and traced it over his lips. The sensation pleased her so much that she blatantly grinned, as if reveling in the touch.

When she blinked through her growing dizziness, an odd sight unfolded.

The faces of the other servants blurred beyond recognition, as if the world had softened around the edges.

The only one whose features remained somewhat intact was Vanessa.

But Kyle—Kyle Chaeild, seated right in front of her—remained perfectly, painstakingly clear.

“…….”

Amel traced the sharp line of his jaw with her fingertips. In that moment, she was convinced—Kyle was the most beautiful being to ever exist.

This breathtaking, adorable, and irresistibly sexy younger man… sitting here at a dining table, in the middle of an open space?

That’s just wrong.

“Come with me, Noona?”

“……!”

Kyle barely had time to react before she seized his wrist and dragged him toward the upstairs bedroom.

It was the perfect description—dragged.

The servants of the Chaeild household watched in stunned silence as their master was pulled away without resistance.

“Th-That…”

“She turned His Grace into a hopeless romantic in a single day….”

“Is she the legendary Noona…?”

They could only stare in awe as Amel—despite her drunken state—effortlessly ascended the stairs, her figure full of confidence and purpose.

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