Sickly? Husband’s Contractual Wife Chapter 52

Chapter 52

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Chapter 52

After finishing the dicine bottle’s contents, Rona and the other maids set out to wash my body carefully.

When the bath was finished, they gave a massage on my whole body and on my face.

Their pressing hands were skilled, and so parts hurt while others tickled.

They dried off my long hair and brushed it until it beca glossy and silky, cascading down my back gently.

Whenever I moved, the scent of roses would gently tickle the tip of my nose.

Then soon they were done dressing up with a thin, sky blue nightgown with another thick robe over it.

“I purposely tied the ribbon loosely,” Rona said excitedly as she adjusted my nightgown.

But I muttered under my breath, “It’s not going to co off anyway.”

“Look, Milady! With just one touch!”

And the mont Rona touched the ribbon tied over my chest, it ca loose at once as though it was magic.

Oh… This is a bit racy, isn’t it.

I was shocked by the white skin that beca exposed.

Rona said that the ribbon was made with silk so it would co undone with the slightest touch.

And no matter how many tis I tied it up and touched the ribbon again, it really did co loose right away with an accompanying sound of tak and shhhp.

“W-What is this…” I murmured as I closed the robe over my chest in a hurry.

“Are you rehearsing, Milady?” Rona wrapped both her hands over her red cheeks as she squealed, “Oh my!”

I wanted to tell Rona the truth, that Amoide wouldn’t loosen this at all, but I just sighed.

“Now, let get your slippers.”

Rona brought out the soft, silk slippers in front of and I put them on.

Knock, knock.

After briefly knocking on the door, Rona opened the door for and stepped back.

As I entered the bedroom, I could see that the interior had already been lit dimly by scented candles.

“Please have a good evening.”

Then, after the hushed goodbye, the door closed.

Thud.

The sound of the door as it was closed was particularly loud.

I slowly raised my head and looked forward. Beyond the thick drapes of the canopy bed was the silhouette of a person.

Thinking of the man sitting there, I felt pressured again.

How many tis has it been now?

I rembered the monts when I walked into this room to spend the night with him—or rather, to pretend.

This happened enough tis that I should have gotten used to it, I still couldn’t.

No matter how many tis this happens in the future, I won’t be able to stay calm in this situation. Never ever.

I crossed the room and approached the huge bed that was in the middle.

The space between the door and the bed seed to stretch so far.

As usual, Amoide just stared at as he sat on the bed…

Well, um, no, this isn’t exactly the usual.

As he was sitting there, I made eye contact with him.

Amoide simply looked at , however this ti, it wasn’t the thorny gaze that he would direct at .

I thought about how far it took to get here, then breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s late. You can go to sleep now. I’ll just go to the next room and…”

…And sleep over there, was what I mumbled under my breath as I bowed my head and turned around.

But I heard sothing completely unexpected.

“Co here.”

“Huh?”

“Co here.”

“……”

My eyes trembled for a mont as I thought what kind of situation this was.

No way. I must’ve heard it wrong.

When I slowly lifted my gaze, deep blue irises t with my eyes.

These eyes told that what I heard earlier was real.

I carefully took a step forward, hesitating as I approached him little by little.

‘Please don’t look at like that.’

Doesn’t his eyes hurt? His gaze was fixed on entirely, not even blinking.

Then, one step at a ti, I walked closer. The distance felt longer than when I had walked from the door to the bed.

“I’m here…”

When I arrived within his arm’s reach, I stopped.

“Sit down.”

He looked up at and patted the seat next to him.

Ah, why was he being like this.

It’s said that when a person does sothing that he or she doesn’t usually do, they’re about to die soon.

I didn’t want to think about that from a man who I wanted to live as long as possible though.

God. Please.

‘Please tell to get lost.’

Why was he suddenly doing sothing that he wouldn’t do?

“Can’t I just stand here and talk?”

I said this without any hesitation. In response, he raised his eyebrows as though he was looking at sothing interesting. There was even a small smile tugging on his lips.

His expression made feel suffocated. It reminded exactly of the fake first night.

It looked as though he would eat up at any mont, a wicked expression like that.

‘Ah, why are you being like this!’

How foreboding. How ominous.

Whenever he smiled like that, I would recall what had happened and my body would just imdiately react on its own.

My heart was pounding as my breathing sped up. There were obvious signs that there’s sothing threatening my survival.

“Why are you so scared?”

“? No, not at all.”

“Really? Then never mind.”

He smiled again as he looked up at .

“I heard sothing funny.”

And his voice was languid.

Perhaps it’s because it was deep into the night, but his calm voice right now was different from how he usually sounded.

“But… then?”

“I want to hear it from you, too.”

“What story?”

He was smiling sweetly, but this just made my heart skip a beat ominously.

What, why, what’s he going on about. Why did it feel like there were warning bells ringing loudly in my head?

“Are you curious?”

He smiled again, his eyes half-lidded.

“I’ve been wondering why everyone’s been so worried about my physical condition these days. I guess I’ve caused you a lot of concern.”

There was a aningful look behind his eyes.

Tak, stab.

Again, it felt like I was being stabbed by a needle sowhere in my heart.

“It’s… It’s because everyone is worried about you with only your well-being in mind…”

As I answered, I slowly took small steps back. Sohow, I didn’t have a good feeling about this.

“It seems like I’m not doing what I have to do, that’s why everyone’s worried.”

I smiled awkwardly and sneaked back one, two more steps. As he looked at like that, he tilted his head to the side as though he was curious.

“Don’t you want to sit down and talk?”

“Well, um, rather than that…”

I barely saw him rise from the bed.

Hwick.

My arm was instantly caught in his grasp, and I was pulled into him in an instant.

Flop.

And suddenly, I could feel the soft texture of the bed on my back.

When I opened my eyes slowly, a large black shadow was cast over my body.

“Then what about this?”

Two bright blue eyes were glimring in the dark.

And apart from that, I could feel the cold over my chest.

As soon as I looked down, a surprising sight was revealed to my eyes.

‘No way.’

The ribbon on my chest was loosened at once just because of the sudden movent.

Why was it coming undone now?! Why! Can’t this damn ribbon cooperate or sothing?!!

[ I purposely tied the ribbon loosely. ]

I saw Rona’s smiling face at the back of my mind.

‘Rona, Rona! What did you do!’

I called Rona desperately, but it was just a silent scream.

Unlike my shocked face, his expression was extrely calm.

However, sohow, I couldn’t get out of my mind the image of an active volcano biding its ti right before exploding with scorching lava.

Even so, what was bothering the most was the breeze I could feel over my chest.

“Oh…!”

I lowered my gaze and swallowed a scream as I saw that the front of my chest was barely covered.

I tried to twist away sohow so I could cover myself just before the robe would fall off completely, but it was futile.

The hem of my robe, which was barely hanging onto now, slowly slid down as I twisted my body awkwardly.

“What have you done so wrong that you can’t even look in the eye?”

His languid voice fell from above. It felt like I had lost my senses completely, but just then, they ca back because of his voice.

“…W-What do you an.”

Slowly, I lifted my gaze that had been focused on my almost completely exposed chest.

I forgot for a mont.

He’s above right now.

“…Amoide.”

Like a hunter, his blue gaze looked down at as though he was about to kill .

“Stop joking around…”

In the anti, I tried to lift myself up, but nothing was going right for today.

Flop.

I was pushed back on the bed imdiately by his hand.

“A joke?”

His voice beca even more deadly. No matter who heard this, no one would think he was joking.

‘Then just why are you being like this?!’

I repeated this in my head, but then he spoke again.

“Sure. It’s a joke.”

No, uh, I don’t think you’re joking.

“So I’ve been playing a joke on you all this ti. Then it should be fine if you accept these jokes a bit more.”

Without even realizing it, he suddenly had both my wrists in one hand, keeping them immobilized over my head.

I looked up at him while he held like this.

“Amoide, let’s—let’s t-talk. Let’s talk, okay? Hm?”

I was out of breath. My heart was beating so fast that it seed like it would burst out of my chest anyti.

“Talk? Oh, no. I’m tired of that now.”

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