Chapter 2
Sickly? Husband's Contractual Wife
Chapter 2
Upon arriving at the dukeâs room, I saw that the Duke of Efret was breathing heavily while lying on his bed. The situation was worse than expected. Against the white bedsheet, the pale skin of the duke flushed red due to the high fever as if he could die at any moment.
âAmoide!â
Camilla ran to where he laid, calling her sonâs name. Terrified, she sat beside her sonâs bed with a pale face, and felt at a loss, not knowing what to do.
âWhy, why all of a suddenâ¦Amoide, can you see me? Pull yourself togetherâ¦â
He could not hear Camillaâs words. He twisted his body in pain. Clutching the sheet, he groaned continuously as the joints of his bones were revealed.
âUgâ¦â¦Ugh.â
It was a voice filled with pain that was about to break at any moment.
âAhhhâ¦â¦â¦â
Standing among the many people surrounding the bed a few steps away, I listened to his groans.
Tuk. Someone came and bumped onto me, and cold water splashed over, drenching the hem of my dress.
âAh,â the maid who had brushed past me turned towards me. It was Emma, the maid in charge of Amoide. She held a basin of water in her hands.
âIf you keep standing here, it will be inconvenient for us to move around and wait on the master. Youâll get in the way, so please stay outside.â
Emma told me annoyedly and then immediately approached Amoide.
I hesitated for a moment and walked to where he laid. As I stood near the bed, I could see Amoideâs face clearly.
âUghâ¦ughâ¦â
The mere sight of his distorted face seemed to convey the pain. Iâd rather be the one who suffered the pain. Every time he had a seizure like this, I wished I could bear the pain for him instead, because his agony seemed so intense, even though our marriage was not one of love.
Amoideâs hand stretched out randomly in the air.
Tuk.
ââ¦.â
I clasped that randomly stretched out hand. It was an act that I did unconsciously. It was me who was the most surprised at that act. I looked around in embarrassment.
Camilla was praying with her face buried in the bedsheet, Raymond, the dukeâs doctor, was busy providing medical treatment, and the maids were occupied by taking care of him, changing wet towels.
I was not sure whether I should release his hand or hold it tightly. It was an awkward situation. Because we, no, he and I, didnât have this kind of relationship. Rather, I was surprised by the strength of his hand. It was too strong to be the grasp of a sick person. âWhy are you so strong?â
Well, the Efret dukedom was founded by a family consisting of outstanding knights in the Empire. In other words, all of them were the best swordsmen of the Empire, from the ancestors of the family until this generation. Naturally, his blood would also inherit the power of his ancestors.
Again, I looked down at the hand I was clasping. At first glance, the blue bloodline could be clearly seen on his clean and flawless skin, as if it was not a human hand. It was very pale, but it was a masculine hand with a thick and firm frame. And, it was terribly cold. To the point where I got little goosebumps on the skin that touched his hand.
I shifted my attention again and watched Amoideâs face. His face and body, which seemed to have been carefully carved by a sculptor from white marble, was soaked in sweat. How could such a beautiful man suffer from this terrible pain every time? A moment of sorrow soared deep in my heart.
â¦But my hand hurt a little.
âAaâ¦Ahâ¦â
Actually, it hurt a lot. Tears started forming in my eyes.
âOh no, milady, donât cry.â
âHmm?â
Rona approached me and carefully wiped away my tears with a clean towel. âMaster will be fine,â Rona looked at me and said with a worried face. As a child who usually cries a lot, her eyes were also filled with tears.
âRona, he will be fineâ¦right?â
I replied in a tearful voice.
Ah, it hurts so much.
âYes, of course,â Rona said while crying like me.
In the meantime, my hand that he was squeezing looked as if it was broken. I kept crying, and Rona kept wiping my tears by my side.
âUmmâ¦.â
The deeper the groan, the stronger the force on my hand became. Thus, the number of tears flowing down also increased.
âPleaseâ¦â I looked at him and said with desperation. âAmoide, hang in there,â
Crack.
No, not there.
ââ¦.â
Maybe my bones had broken. The tingling sensation that consumed my hand entirely clouded my view. âPleaseâ¦â Tears flowed down heavily from my eyes.
Rona diligently wiped the tears away from my eyes again.
âMilady, donât worry. Heâll be fine.â
ââ¦Right.â
I struggled to speak and smiled. At that moment, another cracking sound was heard again.
***
âThe critical moment has passed.â After the commotion, Raymond put down his stethoscope and gave a long sigh.
ââ¦Ahh.â
Camilla staggered and flopped down.
âAre you alright?â
The former duchess rose with the doctorâs help. Seeing her completely different from when we were drinking tea a while ago, I thought, âSheâs a mother, too.â
âMadame will be fine after some rest. Iâve prescribed a tranquilizer, so please rest.â
Raymond approached and helped Camilla, who was leaning weakly against the bed.
âIâll bring Madame to her room.â Raymond held Camillaâs arm, and Camilla leaned against his body and left the room.
âPlease take care of her.â
I tried to stand up to see Camilla off, but I was pulled down again by a certain force.
ââ¦â
I lowered my gaze to the source of the force. Amoide was clasping my hand so tightly that I thought he was a sucker. It didnât hurt as much as before. His clasp was not as strong as before.
But, even after using all my strength, I still couldnât free my hand. Due to the tight squeeze, parts of my hand where blood accumulated had turned dark red, while the other parts where blood had not flowed through became pale.
âI canât draw my hand back.â I moved my hand around for a while, but it was held so tightly it didnât budge at all. In the end, I gave up and sat down beside him again.
ââ¦.â
I watched Amoideâs sleeping face carefully. As his breathing stabilized and his fever subsided, his complexion returned to normal. He looked like an angel coming down to the earth for a moment and taking a nap. On top of that, those few drops of tears of pain that formedâ¦Oh, thatâs not it.
âHuh?â
The previously tightly closed eyelids were half open, showing the deep blue irises inside. Suddenly gaining consciousness, the man looked at me with a look that seemed to embody all the hatred in the world.
âOh my God!â
I thought, as my heart dropped.
âHow long have you been awake?â
I breathed heavily with my hands on my chest. My throbbing heart was beating faster than before.
While looking at me like that, Amoideâs lips were moving slightly as if he had something to say. I immediately lowered my head and brought my ears close to his chiseled lips.
âWhatâs the matter? Are you still in pain? Where do you want to go? Should I call Raymond again?â I said urgently as I waited for his words. When I brought my face closer, I could see his eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a dragonfly.
âYes, tell me. Iâm listening.â
His lips began to move slightly again. His face was pale and his body slumped weakly. Even at that moment, he was so handsome.
âGet lost.â
Ahâ¦his personality is a bit terrible though. I blinked my eyes several times. It took a while for his words to flow through my eardrums and hurt me emotionally. As I looked at him blankly, he repeated again.
âGet out of here.â
ââ¦â¦â
As soon as he came to his senses, the angel lashed out at me with harsh words. I took back my words that he was like an angel. I regretted that statement.
Almost losing my temper, I held myself back.
âIâm the dukeâs wife. This man is my husband. And he is sick. I shouldnât be angry at a sick person.â
Inwardly, I diligently repeated these sentences as if I had memorized them like the Lordâs Prayer.
ââ¦â¦.â
Only silence remained as we stayed at a distance that was close enough to feel each otherâs breath.
âWhat are you looking at?â
He frowned, and I answered inwardly. âYou, you.â
Staring at me, the deep blue eyes were shining like a blue fish.
(T/N: not sure whether it means literally since I canât find any similar idiom. I guess itâs just a Korean way of describing the shining blue eyes.)
âWhy donât you let go of this?â he shook his clasped hand while looking at me.
At that moment, I really lost my temper at his disgusted expression. You clasped my hand so tightly, how could I let it go?
ââ¦.â
Of course, I didnât say it this time either. Still, it was really unfair. I felt like crushing the bones of that clasped hand.
âWhat are you doing?â
He shook his hand again. His gesture was as if he was dealing with trifles, like dusting off clothes or chasing a pesky fly away.
ââ¦yes.â I slowly untangled my clasped hand.