Chapter 27
Sickly? Husband's Contractual Wife
Chapter 27
Suddenly, his hand flung out of my chest. Although it was still wrapped over his arm, the snakeâs meandering body dangled in the air.
âAHHH!â
I let out another ear-splitting scream. The snake firmly curled over Amoideâs arm was bigger than I thought. Finally, I was able to see the overwhelming size, and to say that it absolutely terrified me was an understatement.
I-it should be alrightâ¦
The snakeâs body tightened around his arm even more.
âW-what should we do?â I asked helplessly, thinking about how its poisonous fangs might dig themselves into his flesh. The snakeâs teeth and fluttering forked tongue drew near the hand that held it.
Itâs not dead yet.
âItâs d-dangerous! Be careful!â I shouted in horror.
Before I could say anything more, Amoide slammed the snake onto the ground. The blunt corner of a protruding rock was struck over the snakeâs head vigorously.
ââ¦â
The ferocious scene rendered me speechless. Instantly, the dangerous commotion was over just like that.
Eventually, Amoide was the one who broke the silence.
ââ¦What?â
Confused by my reaction, he stared right into my eyes.
I couldnât ask right away, shocked by the snakeâs flattened head in his hand. But then I finally opened my mouth and asked, âA-are you⦠alright?â
âWhat did I just seeâ¦?â
With one fluid motion, as easily as breaking a brittle branch in half, Amoide subdued the snake. I saw it very clearly. Not long ago, this sickly husband of mine had a fever so high that he was bedridden. Well, even then, he still had enough strength to crush my hand.
âJust my luck.â
Feeling goosebumps rising at the back of my neck, I wrapped my bandaged hand over my nape slowly.
âYour hand really did that.â
I peered at the snakeâs crushed head, then at his hand.
Upon seeing how I kept looking back and forth several times, Amoide raised an eyebrow. Although I assumed it was easy to guess what was on my mind, he instead asked, âDoes your hand hurt?â
âIâmâ¦fineâ¦â
I forced myself to respond with a voice that wouldnât come out. However, I immediately regretted it.
âFine, my ass!â I shouldâve just said I wasnât fine! I really needed to milk this injury dry and use it to my advantage!
But then, after seeing such an expression on his face as he looked at my hand, the lie got stuck in my throat.
âSorry for startling you.â
âIâm fine,â I said again, as if Iâd already memorized the phrase.
However, I really was okay now.
This guy in front of me caught a snake with his bare hands without kicking up a fuss, so how could I complain about it? Combing his fingers through his hair roughly, his blond hair became tousled even as it radiated in the sun.
âDamn it,â he said in a barely audible voice.
Disregarding his foul language since I had more things to worry about, I asked in return, ââ¦What about you?â
âWhat about me?â Amoide frowned again.
âWhat else could I be talking about?â It seemed as if he really didnât understand what I was referring to.
âIâm asking if youâre alright.â
You just caught a snake, after all.
âWhatâs this about?â
With frustration built up to a certain level, I pointed at the snake he flung just now and bursted out.
âBe more careful! You could have been bitten by that snake!â
âItâs already dead.â
Whoosh. He hurled the snake to the other side of the garden. Amoide did it in such a way that it looked so easy, as though just flicking away a bothersome twig on a sidewalk. In that one moment, it seemed like the snake flew slowly, then seconds later, I could hear a distinct sound as it hit the ground.
âIâll tell the staff to clean it up. Donât go near it.â
âWhat if it comes back to life?â
âDonât worry. I completely crushed its skull.â
âAh. Okay,â I answered without missing a beat. Then, as if compelled, I continued, âT-thatâs amazing. You really wereâamazing. Wow. I was shocked.â
I gave him a thumbs up.
âIt was nothing.â
He simply replied nonchalantly. It didnât seem like false bravado, just really an attitude that radiated confidence.
If that was nothing for him, then what the hell would he consider âamazingâ? It wasnât even a small stringy snake, it was definitely a huge snake. I saw it. I literally saw it!
âDidâ¦did it bite you?â
An uncharacteristic smile graced his lips, though it was so imperceptible that I couldnât see it due to my overflowing distress.
âRight hereâ¦â I took his hand and flipped it over and over, carefully inspecting each and every finger. âIt looks like you were punctured right hereâ¦â
âPunctured?â
Quickly, getting distraught, my voice shook as I cried, âLe-let me see. We have to get you to Raymond straight away, and thenââ
Taking his hand, I tried to examine it thoroughly again. I searched every nook and cranny, but I couldnât see any wounds at all.
ââ¦â
The hand I held was shaking. To be exact, it was his entire body that was shaking. Covering his mouth with his other hand, Amoide tried to hold in his laughter.
Only then did I realize something was amiss.
âI really was worried! Were you just making fun of me?â
At that moment, my grip on his hand loosened. He smiled so brightly that I had to worry over my poor heart again.
âSo, heâs also capable of laughing so freely like thisâ¦â
But before I could admire his smile more, it quickly disappeared from his features. âDid I really just witness his mood swings in action?â Donning a cold exterior once more, I then recoiled and let go of his hand.
âWhat kind of snake was it that youâ¦â
ââ¦could grab it like that.â was what I was going to say, but before I could continue, he interjected. âIf you plan to continue coming here, weâll have to search for more snakes and kill them. Just in case thereâs more,â he spoke with a casual tone despite the gravity of his words.
I suddenly felt sorry for the snakes Iâd never met before, if only because I saw their comradeâs skull get crushed like that.
âOh, thatâs right.â
Amoide was a knight. I almost forgot.
He had been the Commander of the Order of the Sun, the knights who fought and contributed the most in the war. Amoide was a man that everyone admired and rightly idolized.
âYet, nowâ¦â
He was trapped in this estate. No matter how admirable the Duke was, he wouldnât be able to return to the battlefield like this. I could feel my face scrunching up into a grimace. Between the two of us, he must be deeply frustrated. That, I could tell without him even needing to say it.
While the war was ongoing, he wore solid armor and forged headfirst into violent battlefields. In times of peace, he wore a dignified knightâs uniform and defended the Empireâs Capital.
After being used to such dignity, itâs no wonder that Amoideâs personality became twisted while he was helplessly chained to one place.
ââ¦â
Perhaps it was because of the sullen mood, but my heart suddenly became cold.
ââ¦What?â
Seriously, itâs cold.
âWhatâs this?â Was I really that worried? âTo the point that my heart would ache like this?â
It suddenly felt like there was a hole where my heart should be.
Swoosh.
Something flitted across my periphery. I thought it was a butterfly, but immediately, I realized it was only the lace of my dress.
âHuh?â
Why was lace flying across my face? It looked exactly like the one attached to the front of my dress as wellâ¦
âLooks like your dress was ruined,â he said in a brash tone.
âMy dress? Oh, you mean what Noir did earlier?â I asked unknowingly, but when I glanced down, I shrieked loudly and covered my face. Never mind the ruined lace, the chest area of my dress was completely torn apart.
Even my underwear was ripped up!
Cleavage that would normally have been covered up was exposed for all the world to see as the hems around my chest fluttered around.
I gasped audibly.
After regaining my senses, I quickly adjusted my clothes.
It was only to be expected that the thin fabric of my clothes would get torn apart after a snake and his arm went through the neckline.
In my bewilderment, I gathered whatâs left of the top part of my dress in a feeble attempt to cover up. However, no matter how desperately I tried to adjust my clothes, it wasnât enough to completely cover my exposed underwear and skin.
âIt⦠It was an accident,â Amoide said, but his eyes were as calm as an undisturbed lake, not the least bit thrown off his game. He didnât look embarrassed at all.
Itâs like it hadnât been a day or two since he last saw a womanâs naked chest.
As if I was a reptile myself, his expression betrayed nothing as he looked at my disheveled state.
âYou should feel self-conscious at the very leastâ¦â
I was embarrassed all on my own because the other person was so blasé about everything. On the other hand, instead of panicking or feeling bashful, he raised a hand and placed it on his shirt. Amoide stared at me emotionlessly.
Pluck.
ââ¦â
Pluck, pluck.
Without the leisure of stopping to think about whatâs going on, I peered down, aghast. It was as if time had stopped.
As his hand went down further, buttons were being ripped mercilessly off his own shirt. Like a fool, my mouth stayed open as I gaped blankly at him without doing anything. He ripped off his thin white silk shirt, his body now exposed under the sun.
Plain for everyone to see was his perfectly toned body, his firm arms, and a solid chest, his stomach that rippled with muscles.
âUhâ¦â
Heâs been stuck to his sickbed even during the prime of his youthâ¦
âLetâs stop thinking so hard.â
Still heavily confused, I lowered my gaze and stared at the floor.
While counting the small buttons scattered on the ground, I was jolted to attention by a thin, warm touch on my shoulder.
ââ¦â
I could only blink silently as Amoide put his shirt over my shoulder.
âYou can cover up this way.â
Surprisingly wider and larger than I thought, the shirt indeed could cover my upper body completely. It was also long enough to reach my thighs. It was hard to believe that this piece of cloth was a shirt and not a blanket.
Couldnât find a safe place to rest my gaze at, I blinked once more nervously. His nude chest was right in front of my nose.
Heâs too close.
I could see everything.