The Male Leads Were Stolen By The Extra [EN]: Chapter 31

Selonia truly understood the saying ‘clothes make the man’ when she saw Tan standing before her.

“Wonderful! Bravo! I knew I had a good eye!”

Verondi cheered and applauded softly, a huge smile plastered on her face, radiating pure delight.

“Wow! Really! He looks like a completely different person!”

Ella chimed in, her face bright with agreement.

The clerks who accompanied them also nodded, their faces flushed as they gazed at Tan.

Tan remained indifferent to their reactions and compliments, not even bothering to glance in a mirror.

His eyes were fixed solely on Selonia, who remained silent, as if he sought her approval.

“Um… it suits you well.”

Selonia offered, nodding reluctantly, responding to his intense stare.

Tan’s face seemed to brighten instantly.

‘Brightened?’

Selonia was puzzled by her own perception.

His expression was essentially the same, still indifferent, so why did she feel a sudden radiance?

But she quickly found the answer.

The reason she felt he had brightened up must be because of the clothes.

Tan had changed into the white shirt that Verondi had provided.

A man who habitually wore black clothes, like a shadow, had simply changed into white, yet the entire atmosphere had transformed.

The shirt Verondi had chosen fit Tan perfectly, accentuating his larger-than-average physique.

The perfectly tailored white shirt highlighted the contours of his muscular body.

The taut muscles, seemingly on the verge of bursting, were faintly visible through the thin fabric, causing the clerks nearby to fan themselves and blush.

“Hmm… it’s a little lacking as it is. Would it be okay if I touched it up a bit more?”

Verondi, who had been circling Tan with a troubled expression, propping up her chin, suddenly sparkled her eyes as if struck by inspiration.

As if she had conceived a brilliant idea to bridge the missing gap.

Selonia was slightly startled by Verondi’s eyes, which burned with creative passion.

“It would be perfect if we trimmed his hair a little! I even style my husband’s hair. I’m quite skilled, so trust me. Hohoho.”

“…….”

“Since you’ve come to our boutique, we should serve you properly.”

Verondi had already procured cutting scissors from an employee.

Suddenly, the atmosphere resembled a hair salon.

The clothes were her domain, something she had initiated by buying him new attire.

Trimming his hair, however, wasn’t within her purview, so Selonia turned to him, who was only looking at her, without expressing her opinion.

“What do you want to do?”

“Should I do it, or not?”

“It’s up to you.”

“What about you?”

At his words, Selonia examined his hair.

His hair was undeniably messy, particularly his long bangs, which obscured his eyes, making her wonder if he could even see properly.

“Do whatever you feel like doing.”

Selonia gave him an immediate answer.

If it bothered him, he should cut it; if he didn’t care, he could leave it. It was entirely his decision.

“Why don’t you cut it? It would look better neat! Don’t you think so too, miss?”

Ella suddenly chimed in with a meaningful smile.

At those words, Tan’s eyes flickered to Selonia’s lips, as if awaiting her verdict.

“That’s true.”

Selonia nodded and answered, agreeing that a neater style would be an improvement, and Tan made a decision right away.

“Cut it.”

“Hohoho. I’ll tidy it up for you.”

With his approval, Verondi grabbed Tan’s hair and began trimming.

‘Is this okay?’

Even so, this wasn’t a professional hair salon, so she wondered if he’d end up with bald patches.

Selonia scratched her cheek and sat on the sofa.

The dress for the celebration had been successfully decided upon.

Verondi, who immediately understood her vision, decided to design it, incorporating her opinions as much as possible.

A satisfactory dress would likely emerge.

While waiting for Tan and watching the day darken beyond the full-length window at the front of the store, Selonia turned her head, feeling a stinging gaze.

She saw Tan looking at her, even as Verondi trimmed his hair.

‘Why is that human staring at me so intently since a while ago?’

“Ella, did anything happen outside earlier?”

“What do you mean?”

“Didn’t that human suddenly go out and come back in, and he’s been a little strange ever since?”

“Hmm. Is that so? Nothing special happened.”

Ella shrugged with a mysterious smile.

“It’s all done!”

At that moment, Verondi stepped back with a proud expression, like an artist who had created a masterpiece.

“Wow…! Amazing! You look so handsome! You look like a real gentleman!”

Ella stood up from her seat, visibly impressed.

Selonia was also surprised.

Tan exuded a transformed aura, on a completely different level from when he had simply changed clothes.

Whether it was the haircut or the application of wax, his neat forehead was now revealed beneath his neatly arranged bangs.

She knew he possessed handsome features, but when adorned with such deliberate care, his appearance was striking.

Neat forehead, captivating eyes, a distinct and sharp nose, and arrogant-looking lips below.

His impression remained sharp, but the rough atmosphere he had previously exuded had been refined.

Her eyes were drawn to him involuntarily.

Sitting upright and confidently, with a well-balanced, muscular physique, he was no longer the beast of the night.

He resembled a sophisticated upper-class aristocrat, surpassing even a ruler who reigned over the world.

‘Can a person convey such a changed feeling?’

It was astonishing.

Perhaps she wasn’t alone in her thoughts, as the clerks, who had previously kept their distance out of fear, were now all glancing at Tan.

Their cheeks were flushed red, as if they had encountered a celebrity.

“Hohoho. As expected, it perfectly matches the image I had in mind.”

Verondi gazed at Tan with a proud expression.

But she couldn’t quite conceal her trembling lips.

She must have been slightly scared the entire time she was touching his hair, her desire as a designer simply overriding her fear.

Tan, being much taller and larger than other men, possessed a fierce impression, often startling and intimidating people even when standing still.

“Is it okay?”

“Totally! The best! I think you’re the most handsome of all the people I’ve ever seen!”

Ella praised Tan, who seemed a little awkward.

It wasn’t merely an exaggerated compliment to flatter him.

Ella, who had met Ian, Reyev, and Mac Ryan alongside the Lady, considered Tan to be far more handsome than any of them.

Selonia also agreed.

And she realized once again that the final villain possessed a look that surpassed the male leads.

“What about you? What about you?”

Tan once again demanded an answer from Selonia.

Selonia, feeling slightly annoyed, nodded roughly and gave him a thumbs up.

“What does that mean?”

Tan’s eyebrows rose crookedly, as he didn’t understand the gesture.

“It means it’s the best!”

However, his expression soon relaxed at Ella’s explanation.

Selonia reviewed the order form one last time with Verondi and requested a bill to pay for the clothes Tan was wearing.

“Don’t say such a disappointing thing. It’s a gift. The clothes that were about to be discarded have finally met their owner.”

Verondi smiled kindly and gestured to a clerk.

The clerk then handed Tan several shopping bags.

“Those are also gifts. There’s no one who fits this size. Please wear them well.”

“…Who was the original owner of the clothes anyway?”

Selonia suddenly wondered.

So many men’s shirts at Verondi’s boutique, which primarily made dresses for the Empress.

“Her Majesty the Empress entrusted the shirts of His Highness the Crown Prince. I received the size and immediately started working on it, but it turned out that I received the wrong size.”

“Yes? Is it okay? Even if you give away the clothes that were supposed to be the Crown Prince’s clothes?”

Selonia, upon learning the original owner of the clothes, muttered in surprise.

She was concerned that Verondi might face repercussions.

“Hohoho. Of course. Clothes have a suitable design depending on the size. His Highness the Crown Prince’s clothes have been redesigned to fit the original size, so don’t worry.”

“…….”

Selonia stared at the clothes Tan was wearing again with a dumbfounded expression.

She thought they looked luxurious. It went without saying that the material was top-notch, befitting clothes intended for the Crown Prince.

Of course, they must be incredibly expensive.

Selonia attempted to pay, feeling she couldn’t accept all of this as a gift.

Verondi stubbornly refused to accept the money, insisting it was a gift, leaving Selonia with no choice but to concede.

She resolved to compensate by paying a higher price for the dress she would wear at the celebration.

As she was about to leave the boutique, a gentle voice echoed from beyond the open door.

“I see the Princess here. I guess the Princess also came to order a dress.”

When Selonia turned her gaze, Grace, smiling beautifully, entered the boutique with Mac Ryan.