Sickly? Husband’s Contractual Wife - Chapter 78
“I don’t want to.”
I saw him clenching his teeth in my response. Is he getting mad…?
Still, I’m not going, though. I groaned to myself and took a step back, “Well, Amoide. I have to find Noir… I will get going.”
“Are you not coming?”
‘I’m not going…!’
I screamed inside.
“Amoide, being excited is not good for your health. You know, right? Raymond…”
Was it my misunderstanding that his complexion seemed to have paled in an instant?
He just stood there stiffly at my call. Even though he was a distance away, I could see his complexion turn pale in an instant. I don’t think it’s because of my mood.
“Are you… all right?” I asked carefully.
In an instant, his relaxed gaze turned to me, and he collapsed the next moment.
Suddenly, Amoide grabbed his left chest and fell to the ground.
The moment he fell passed like a film that was wound up very slowly. It was a fleeting moment, but to me, it felt like a never-ending scene. As I hurriedly ran towards him, I lifted his elongated body on the ground and gazed at his face.
Placing my finger close to his nose, I could only feel faint breathing.
I frantically shook his body.
“Are you okay? Amoide, Amoide!”
Did I make him angry? Was he seriously hurt by what I said? Did I kill him…?
As I stared at his tightly closed eyelids, I cried. Tears ran down my cheeks and wet his cheeks.
Is it the end like this?
“No, you can’t die yet!”
I screamed like a crazy woman.
“Don’t die. Don’t die, huh? Don’t die in front of me…”
I cried and grabbed him and shook him violently, “Amoide, open your eyes. Open it. Open your—!”
Hey, it’s open?
The blue eyes that were exposed between the half-opened eyelids were watching me quietly. His eyes were too clear, blue, and calm to be distorted by pain.
The moment I realize that.
Suddenly, my posture turned around and I looked up at him from below.
Although the grass stabbed me in the back, I couldn’t even feel it.
“Are you crying?”
He made a strange expression that seemed to be both entertaining and surprising.
I called him carefully. His face looked illuminated because my vision was clouded with tears.
“Are you alive?”
Uttered in a hoarse voice, I continued to gaze into his face.
I reached out and touched his face. A sigh of relief flowed out as his hard skin touched my fingertips. He flinched for a moment, though he didn’t completely avoid my hand.
“You’re not a ghost, are you?”
Feeling relieved, I just spit out a word. I could see his eyebrows twitching slightly in response to my question.
…He’s alive. He’s alive.
Seeing that handsome, but dirty expression… He’s indeed my husband.
“I’m not dead.”
At his words, I sniffled and whispered. The tears that had stopped seemed to flow down again, “…Yes, you’re not dead.”
He clasped his hand over mine, which touched his face.
“So, calm down.”
Those words really reassured me.
“…But, what do you mean by that?”
“What… What do you mean?”
I thought about what I said, and he opened his mouth first.
“Don’t die in front of me.”
As I watched him repeat what I said, I heard a bell ringing in my ears.
“What does that mean? Do you want me to die in front of you?”
Dry saliva ran down my neck. Even though I realized I had run out of words that were too faithful to my survival instinct, it was already too late.
“What, what do you mean? I don’t want you to die.”
The sound of my voice gradually became as small as that of a mosquito, and my head automatically turned to one side. It was because I didn’t have the confidence to meet the two brightly shining eyes.
“Look straight at me and speak.”
The face that had turned to one side was grabbed by his hand and brought to face him again.
It was impossible to turn my head again because of the hand gripping my chin. Even so, I couldn’t be more confident of meeting the eyes looking down from above. When he was trying to dig up something, his eyes were truly something beyond imagination.
“Open your eyes.”
The words of the knight’s commander aroused a strange sense of rebellion within me.
‘Look where I am going.’
I shut my eyes with more force. However, the sound that followed was a sight to behold.
“It sounds like you are expecting something.”
My eyes widened at those words.
“I beg your pardon?”
I asked back, “Me…? What?”
At that, Amoide responded with a smirk. That shamelessness was indescribable.
“What do you mean I am expecting something!”
He spoke as if he was sorry. I couldn’t beat him in my anger, so I swallowed it down, then suddenly I stopped acting in an eerie feeling.
“By the way.”
As I thought about it, I remembered the situation a while ago.
So, the situation before we were rolling around in the garden like this. So, he…
…He wasn’t sick.
The bell rang once more at the belated realization.
I ripped the grass and threw it in his face.
Rather than being angry about him, it was a resentment at myself, who had gone downhill by the act.
I plucked more grass and threw it in his face. Some of them landed calmly on his fine hair. He shook his head, brushing the weeds from the top of his head.
As the fallen grass fell back on my face, I suddenly got baptized with grass. I shook my head to shake the grass that had fallen on my face, but something warm touched my eyes.
It was his finger.
Amoide said as he removed the tears from the corners of my eyes.
“Still, you haven’t answered yet. What do you mean by not dying in front of you?”
It was as if his tenacity was more than iron.
“Literally, what it meant! Don’t die in front of me! Don’t die, please don’t die! Don’t die!”
So, I can live, too…!
I swallowed the last words and raised my voice to the fullest with anger.
Amoide went quiet all of a sudden against my screaming. I trembled slightly at the stillness that even felt reverent. Suddenly, it felt like all the sounds around me came alive—the sound of the wind, even the sound of grass hitting the wind.
Everything came too clear.
His face, which had been blurred as the tears dried, began to be seen clearly.
…Even the way he looked at me.
Though it had been a brief moment, the long silence was finally broken and finally he opened his mouth.
“Yes, I will not die in front of you.”
“I swear as a knight. Right now, with my house oath, I promise.”
As if responding to my call, his eyes slightly curved into a half-moon shape.
“I, Amoide Efret…”
Saying so, he gazed at me and blinked slowly as though that little gesture would lock me into it.
“I’ll never die in front of you.”
A momentary wind blew through the two of us. As he got up from me, I, too, stood up abruptly. Grass stuck to our body, it was all grass enveloping us.
Eventually, Amoide opened his mouth while I was in the middle of brushing off.
“What? Late… Ah.”
It was time for him to take his medicine.
I couldn’t hear well because I was shaking the grass.
“No. We’ll talk later.”
What does he mean, later?
Before I could ask again, he had already walked far ahead. Seeing that, I turned around with a strange feeling. Then, I could see that the grass next to the garden was swaying little by little, even though there was no wind.
As I glanced at the trembling grass, I suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.
…I think I’ve seen a scene like this.
When was it?
What was it…?
While I was groping my memory to find the identity of the sense of dizziness, a similarly round head suddenly rose from among the bushes cut in a circle.
“Oh, my goodness…!”
“Ro, ro, ro—Rona?”
I grabbed the chest near my heart and called her name over and over again.
“Why, why are you coming out of there?”