# Chapter 70: 70
—¿Suele llevar una canasta de bocadillos a lugares peligrosos?
—Esta niña. ¿Qué clase de peligro estás esperando? Como es el mercado nocturno, por supuesto que es más peligroso en comparación con el mercado diurno. Pero sigue estando dentro de Larrings.
—¿Qué? Niña...
Radis se sintió desconcertada cuando él la llamó así.
Era la primera vez que se escuchaba a sí misma ser llamada de esa manera desde que literalmente era una niña.
Se sentó en silencio durante todo el trayecto hasta la casa de subastas, preguntándose si había cometido un error.
Como Yves mencionó, la casa de subastas parecía estar lejos de cualquier peligro, ya que se encontraba en la franja del bulevar de Larrings.
El mercado nocturno estaba en un espacio subterráneo bajo un edificio de dos pisos, y era realmente amplio y limpio.
La seguridad aquí también era excelente.
—Ahora, Radis.
Yves Russell bajó primero del carruaje y luego ofreció su mano para escoltarla a unos cincuenta centímetros de distancia.
—No te alejes de mí.
Radis pensó que estaba siendo ridículo.
Se alejó sin él, llevando la canasta con una sola mano.
—¡Radis, espérame!
—......
—¿No está pesada? ¿No quieres que la lleve yo? Dámela.
Si un hombre tan corpulento como él cargara una canasta tan linda como esa, y además con una capa negra encima... Se vería tanto ridículo como sospechoso.
Pero Yves parecía estar completamente seguro de sí mismo.
—¿Qué opinas?
—¿De qué?
—Mis modales.
Con lo mucho que enredó la lengua solo para decir eso, la palabramodalessonó más comomorales.
Radis estuvo a punto de soltar una carcajada en ese mismo instante, pero apretó los dientes y contuvo el impulso.
—Si fuera tú, ya me habría enamorado de mí. Pero parece que tú no.
Lejos de enamorarse, para Radis, Yves era la persona más sospechosa de todo el lugar en ese momento.
Con su capa negra, sus hombros anchos y fuertes, pero su toque delicado.
Y con esa linda canasta en sus manos, para colmo.
Since Yves looked like this, when they approached the entrance of the auction house, the security guards were naturally wary.
—Wait.
They blocked Yves' path.
Then, Yves raised his hand to show the ring on his finger.
The coat of arms of the Marquisate Russell was engraved there, featuring a shield with a black lion in front.
The guards, seeing the Marquis' seal, hesitated and retreated. But still, they looked at the pretty basket with suspicion.
Radis pulled the basket from Yves' hands and showed what was inside. Seeing the appetizing sandwiches, the guards bowed and almost licked their lips.
—Come on, let's go in now.
Yves also reached out to the basket again to carry it himself.
At that moment, Radis looked at his hand and wondered if he could slap it away.
—Why are you looking at my hand so intently? Do you want to hold it?
Yves's big hand then went to Radis's small hand and held it firmly.
—......
—Ah, there are so many people here. It feels suffocating.
—......
—To get rid of them. Hm... What do you think would happen if I said I'd buy everything for them to leave? Ah, I can't do that because it's an auction, right? Wow, there are more people there than I hate! Thank goodness I dressed like that.
Yves kept chattering about this and that, but Radis couldn't hear any of it.
She was busy looking at her own hand intertwined with his, eyes wide.
Yves's hand was big and warm.
And also, she was very tender.
When his big, warm, tender hand wrapped around yours, you felt like your knees were about to give out.
—Okay, let's sit here.
Yves chose two suitable seats for them and sat Radis down.
Naturally, he let go of her hand because he needed to pull the chair out for her, and only then was he able to breathe again.
It was the first time in his entire life that he held someone's hand like that.
Now that she was sitting up, she gripped the handle of the basket on her lap tightly as if it were her only lifeline.
His face felt extremely hot.
It shouldn't mean anything, and there were a lot of people in that place, so the Marquis was just worried that he wouldn't get lost.
—Ah, I'm thirsty. Radis, give me some wine.
Yves' deep voice next to her ear made her heart sink.
Radis took out the wine and gave it to Yves.
It was fortunate that the auction house was dark.
Yves didn't seem to notice that his face had turned completely red.
—Can you give me a drink?
Radis took out a glass as he asked and handed it to him with a trembling hand.
—Where is the corkscrew?
Radis looked at Yves.
I no longer felt nervous at all.
—Why do you keep asking me?
—Well, you're the one holding the basket like that. How am I going to get it out myself?
—There is no corkscrew.
-There is no? So how can I open it?
"Argh, give it to me!"
Radis gripped the neck of the wine bottle tightly and pulled the cork.
Pop! As he pulled out the cork, a sudden sound echoed through the air.
Yves shook his head in resignation.
—You are really strong. You could be a general, a general I tell you!
—Ha...
As much as it was the first time, Radis's pride was hurt as he realized that his heart had been pounding for Yves, of all people. With a hand on his face, he let out a deep sigh.
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