The Young Master I Carefully Raised Became Obsessive Chapter 20

Opening my eyes was not an easy feat, and inside my vision appeared Ardion’s face and eyes fixed on .

“Young Master?” I quickly checked the ti. It should be around the ti for swordsmanship practice. “What about your swordsmanship practice?”

“You have a fever,” Ardion said simply.

It seed the lack of mana caused my illness.

Should I ask Ardion to hold my hand?

It might help recover faster. I couldn’t afford to lie in bed, uncertain of when I'd feel better. I still had to sort out my evidence against Duke Orchid and take care of Ardion.

I called out cautiously, “Young Master.”

He moved closer, his expression serious as he looked at .

I extended my hand towards him. “Could you hold my hand for a mont?”

It was an awkward request, but I was desperate right now.

“Hold your hand?”

“Yes, just for five minutes.”

I had heard holding hands could help recharge mana, but it would take up to two hours if the mana was nearly depleted. But with more mana, it could be replenished in an hour. Ardion, blessed with mana, should be able to help even with just five minutes. After all, he could generate mana himself.

“Just five minutes?”

I nodded. Ardion carefully took my hand. I felt a clarity spread through my mind and exhaled.

“Laila, are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” I said, feeling my body respond to the influx of mana. How much mana does Ardion have?

It was far beyond mine. But then again, it made sense. Ardion possessed mana far superior to mine. Anyway, he was soone to be envious of. Just as I was about to withdraw my hand, he spoke.

“Laila, why is your na Laila?”

It was a rather unexpected question. In all the ti I had been here, no one had ever asked about my na.

Ardion must be bored since he pondered about sothing as trivial as my na. I gazed up at him, whose eyes were twinkling in anticipation.

Should I just say it’s a random choice and disappoint him? I thought for a mont before saying, “My parents liked the lilac flower, so they nad after it.”

It was a fabrication, as my family was long gone, and there was no way to verify it.

“… So, do you like lilacs?”

“Yes. They have a lovely scent and are beautiful.”

I had once slled lilacs. It was a wonderful fragrance, one that could make you smile instantly. It was the most intense floral scent I had ever encountered.

“If you get the chance, you should sll lilacs too. You might end up liking them as much as I do.”

“I already like them.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“So, you must like flowers, huh?”

“…”

(TL Note: He definitely likes lilacs, it seems… *ahem*)

Rather than replying to my question, his grip on my hand tightened. I was reluctant to pull my hand away, but he didn’t seem to care much. Besides, there was nothing to lose in this kind of situation.

I spoke with him a few more tis before gradually drifting into sleep.

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When I woke up, my body felt much lighter, though my hands still felt strangely heavy. I turned my head and saw Ardion sleeping with his face down.

I was startled and glanced at the clock. It was late at night.

“Young Master!”

He didn’t wake up. He seed to be in a deep sleep. I shook his shoulder, but he remained unmoved.

“Young Master?” I couldn’t shake my worry.

Perhaps holding hands for too long had affected him?

As I pondered, Ardion slowly lifted his head. When our eyes t, he seed startled and fell backwards.

“Are you okay?”

He looked alard. As I stared at him, his face flushed bright red. He quickly said, “I’m fine. How are you?”

“I’m much better after a nap.”

“So, you’ll be back to work tomorrow?”

“Absolutely.”

Ardion nodded and quickly left the room, not giving a chance to say goodbye.

Why was he surprised? I checked the mirror to see if there was sothing on my face, but there was nothing. I must have looked frightening in his dream…

Not knowing what was on Ardion’s mind, I simply went back to bed. Indeed, holding his hand had left feeling much better, perhaps due to the mana transfer.

My condition improved so much just from holding hands.

I wondered how I’d feel if Ardion gave more direct mana, though that would depend on whether he was willing to do so.

I looked at my hands, still slightly trembling.

Should I draft a contract?

I had this sudden thought. I rembered that Ardion’s swordsmanship practice expenses were deducted from my salary. I mulled it over before plopping on my bed once again.

There was still plenty of ti. Ardion was still growing up. So I decided to push aside my wandering thoughts.

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The next morning, Benji ca to see .

“Laila, how are you feeling?”

“Much better.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t get any dicine yesterday. I was too busy…” Benji placed various dicines in my drawer.

“Thank you.”

“By the way, about Ardion…”

“What about him?”

“He’s quite a character. I thought you’d have a tough ti with him.”

“Why? What happened when you went?”

“He told to get lost and almost knocked over the food tray.” Benji shook her head in disbelief.

“Ardion did that?”

She nodded.

“And when he heard you were sick, he looked anxious and rushed straight to your room.”

I recalled Ardion’s visit yesterday. It seed when he knew about my illness, he reacted strongly, even with Benji.

“That’s unexpected.”

Benji asked, “What do you an?”

“I thought Ardion had softened up since he first showed his guarded side.”

“Maybe it’s just with you?”

“With ?”

“Yeah. Seeing Ardion yesterday made understand why you don’t do maid work.”

I hadn’t realized Ardion was like that.

Benji glanced at her watch and said, “Laila, do you need anything else? I should be going now.”

“I’m fine. By the way, have you heard any rumors from Rhody?”

“Rowdy? No, she’s been quiet lately.”

That behavior from her was surprising, causing to furrow my brows.

Benji asked, “What’s the matter? Is she bothering you?”

“No.” I shook my head with a smile.

“Well, I’ll be going then. Goodbye.”

When Benji left the room, I was still thinking about how odd it was that Rhody didn’t spread any rumors.

She was always so quick to stir things up.

But Rhody, being the troublemaker she was, probably wouldn’t stay quiet for long. Eventually, rumors would spread.

I tried not to worry about it. There was nothing I could do about it.

Now that I had almost recovered, I quickly tidied myself and headed to the kitchen. I took the food trays and went to Ardion’s room. When I knocked on the door, there was no response from inside.

I pressed my ear to the door and called out, “Young Master.”

“… Just a mont!” Ardion’s hurried voice ca.

I was curious about what he was doing, but sensing he wasn’t ready, I waited. A few minutes later, the door swung open.

Ardion greeted with an awkward smile.

I looked at him. He had definitely grown since the last ti I saw him. In hindsight, it seed I had made the right decision to have him practice swordsmanship.

As I moved to enter, he stepped aside awkwardly.

“Is sothing wrong?”

“No, nothing.” Ardion shook his head with a stiff smile.

I narrowed my eyes and glanced around the room. He was obviously uncomfortable, even to the extent of biting his lip.

The bed was neatly made with the covers folded.

“Young Master, let take this to wash.”

When I reached for the blanket, he was startled and stepped in front of . Before, I was the one blocking his way, but now, he was the one blocking mine.

Ti seed to stretch as I blinked and looked at him.

“…”

Ardion carefully supported my arm. “I’ll do it.”

“What? But Young Master…”

“It’s my blanket after all. And since you were sick yesterday, you shouldn’t overdo it.”

“I’m fine now.”

“No, I’ll handle it,” Ardion insisted with a smile.

I could only nod in agreent. I couldn’t decline his kind intentions when he was so determined.

Ardion continued to support my arm, and when I glanced at him, he hurriedly said, “I'm, I'm sorry.”

He pulled back from , his ears flushed red.

He appeared bashful in front of but was very irritable with Benji?

Confused, I placed the food tray on the table. “Young Master.”

Ardion sat down at the table. “Yes?”

I took my seat across from him and t his gaze. He avoided eye contact.

“Do other people make you feel uncomfortable?”

“Yes.”

“But that doesn’t an you should get upset or speak harshly. Benji was helping after all.”

“I’m sorry, Laila. I’ll speak more kindly next ti.” Ardion’s tone was calm. It was clear he was only gentle when with .

I closely observed him while he was eating—straight posture and almost no noise.

Unlike the first ti I saw him, Ardion's deanor had matured. His jawline was sharper, his shoulders were broader, and he was taller.

Ardion had certainly grown up.

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