“Wait here. I’ll get you the dicine.” (Raven)
“Oh, no!” (Molitia)
Molitia quickly tried to catch on to Raven who was trying to leave. Other than the dicine that had been provided by the Duke’s doctor, she had her own dicine, so she left it be.
She didn’t want the trouble to keep on ingesting the dicine. Molitia waved her hand in protest.
She didn’t want to bear the pain of ingesting dicines several tis.
“I’ll do it. You had just stopped working, so you should rest.” (Raven)
“It’s okay, this is my job.” (Molitia)
Raven stroked her head gently as she tried to stand. Along with a tender force, he stopped her, so that Molitia could not move from her chair.
“Go back to the bedroom, I’ll bring you the pills.” (Raven)
“…okay.” (Molitia)
Eventually, Raven disappeared to get the dicine and Molitia sighed.
Her face heated up a little as he went to get her dicine himself, without making the maids do it.
It shouldn’t be like that. Considering his mien of threatening her at the wedding, she could have never assud.
‘Is he nicer than I thought…?’
Molitia’s head tilted slightly. Everything was definitely strange to her, who was still on her first day. Even her husband was unusual to her.
Molitia rose from her seat abruptly. She couldn’t stay still like this. She was going to swallow the dicine quickly before he ca back.
Liquid drugs that have been transford from dicinal herbs have a taste beyond imagination. Other than the typical bitter taste, she was forced to get used to ingesting the taste that could sotis paralyze her tongue.
However, no matter how much she swallowed it, she couldn’t get used to the taste of the dicine at all. That was the reason why she refused to take the dicine twice. Molitia quickly entered the bedroom rather than looking around.
Fortunately, there was no one in the bedroom. Molitia hurriedly took the hidden dicine out of the drawer.
The heavy brown bottle only contained a little liquid that had already been liquified beforehand. As it was easy for it to decompose during its liquid state, it therefore beca utterly impossible to make a generous amount all at once.
Out of habit, she swiftly opened the cork of the bottle and poured a certain amount of it into the spoon. She first revolted at the thick dicine and then, she quickly put it into her mouth.
It was bitter enough to leave an impression of iron with a severe taste —that could never be described in words— which made Molitia frowned.
Her hands fumbled urgently at the table. Water. She needed water to neutralize this abhorrent taste.
“What are you doing?” (Raven)
“Oh, cough, cough!” (Molitia)
Surprised by the voice from behind her, Molitia began to cough. It was because the water that she was drinking hastily had partially passed into her airway. At the sa ti, she also wondered if the cup had hit her nose.
“Molitia?” (Raven)
“Oh, nothing… Cough! No.” (Molitia)
She was still choking in pain when she stopped him. She didn’t want to be caught with a hidden drug envelope. She put away the dicine’s envelope and bottle in the opened drawer and turned back—within re seconds.
At that mont, Raven’s face turned into a forcible frown.
“You…….” (Raven)
Startled, Molitia stepped back as he approached her with a dreadful face. He then pulled his sleeve and instantly pressed it onto her nose.
“You are having a nosebleed and you dare say it’s nothing?” (Raven)
Nosebleed? She imdiately tasted a tinge of sweetness in her mouth as the taste of blood perated through the bitter dicine.
“Gilbert!” (Raven)
The butler hurried at the sound of Raven’s voice. He opened his mouth in astonishnt at the sight of his mistress bleeding again.
“Mada!” (Gilbert)
“Call back the doctor.” (Raven)
“Okay.” (Gilbert)
The butler disappeared even faster than when he ca in. Molitia’s head was leaning as her nosebleed was being pressed—hard.
“It’s not a big deal… …and it’ll stop soon enough.” (Molitia)
“I’ll let the doctor say whether or not it’s a big deal.” (Raven)
Molitia sighed at Raven’s words. The people of this house were always surprised at the smallest things. A nosebleed was an insignificant and trivial thing for her, who was sick every single day.
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