Chapter 63
Sickly? Husband's Contractual Wife
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Chapter 63
âOf course, of course. You can drink. I know. The Commander of the Order of the Sun can have one⦠no, half a glass?â
I sighed as well, a haphazard pasted smile on my face. I didnât mean to do that, but I did.
âAnyway, if you just say youâre a lightweight, I understand why you think you might not be able to save face.â
âWhat do you know about my drinking capacity?â
His tone was as sharp as ever.
It meant that I was starting to get a rise out of him.
Oh hey, this is fun. Why are you getting so serious all of a sudden? Iâm just teasing you a bit because you donât wanna drink?
Suddenly, I giggled boisterously. I probably sound a little crazy, but somehow, I couldnât control my laughter.
âWhy are you so angry about that? How stingy.â
I buried myself deep into the cushions.
It seemed like the alcohol had sunk into my system, making everything spin one after another as I lost control over my limbs.
Ah ah, how did that saying go again?
The more you drink, the more dangerous it is, especially if youâre fooled by the sweet scentâ¦
You wonât be able to avoid disgrace.
He suddenly swiped the glass from the table and chugged down the liquor in one swig.
âHappy?â
The sound of his gritted teeth frightened me a bit, but the alcohol made me numb to at least that much. Itâs not scary.
âNope.â
âWhat?â
âYou barely drank this, and what? Thereâs so much alcohol left.â
I looked at him and shook the bottle that had more than a half of its contents left.
âThereâs another bottle riiight there.â
Then I pointed to the bottle that hadnât even been opened yet.
âAnd if you need more, we can ask to have some brought in. Well, it canât be that the Duke canât drink because thereâs not enough alcohol here, right?â
I reached out and tried to ring the bell.
âNever mind.â
He took the bell from my hand before I could shake it violently.
âWhyyyy?â
I held onto the bell like a child being deprived of her toy. But he overpowered me right away and placed it somewhere out of my reach.
âThis is enough.â
âTsk.â
I was forced to give up. I thought I could take the bell again, but I didnât have any strength left in my body. My limbs seemed like they were melting into the cushions.
âI think youâre drunk.â
âNo Iâm not?â
Of course I know it, too. While saying this, my body was screaming, âYouâre drunkâ as I felt my tongue twisting into knots whenever I spoke.
âNow, bottoms up.â
I poured more alcohol in his empty glass excitedly.
The sound of the liquor being poured into the glass sounded oh so sweet.
âCome on.â
I said this as I pushed the glass closer to him. He didnât readily take the glass.
âItâs not poisoned, yâknow. I drank it too.â
I lifted the glass and shook it in front of his eyes.
âYou wonât drink?â
Messing up his bangs as he swept his hair, he reached out and took the glass, then he drank it all.
Gulp.
Was it the sound of him drinking or me swallowing dryly?
I couldnât tell. His adamâs apple moved up and down as he drank the alcohol.
With his head back, the angle of his neck showed how his neck muscles moved as the liquor passed down his throat.
And the shape of his collarbone became apparent through his loose shirt.
I couldnât take my eyes off him all.
âWhat are you looking at?â
He placed the empty glass and noticed that I hadnât averted my gaze from him yet.
Normally, I would have denied itâno, I wouldnât have been staring at him in the first place.
Ah, now that I saw it, I should have watched carefully. Wait, what am I saying right now.
But this train of thought rushed forward with no signs of stopping.
âDo that again.â
And this was what came out of my lips.
âDo what?â
He looked at me with perplexed eyes.
âDrink.â
I stared back with my hands clasped together. His expression hardened as though he was flustered for a moment, then he looked at me like I was a strange creature that came from who knows where.
âYouâre drunk.â
At the sound of his cold words, I unclasped my hands, then I reached out for my glass again.
ââ¦If you donât wanna, then fine.â
Eyy, how cheap, how petty. I would drink it if I were you.
âWhat nonsense are you saying now?â
He frowned. Maybe he heard me grumbling.
âNo. Itâs nothing.â
I waved my hand and poured alcohol into the glass I was holding.
âIf you donât wanna, then Iâll drink.â
âStop it.â
He took away even my own glass and drank all the alcohol that was left.
âHuh? Huh?!â
Thatâs my drink! Mine!
âWho said you could drink that? Thatâs mine!â
I shouted indignantly.
âItâs so so precious, I was going to save it and drink it later.â
I took the drink from his hand again and hurriedly turned it upside down, but not a drop of alcohol was left.
âWhat⦠is thisâ¦â
When I muttered in disappointment, he sighed deeply in return.
âYouâre already drunk.â
At those words, I felt a surge of determination that wasnât there before.
I didnât drink enough! Iâm not drunk at all!
â¦Oh well.
I pulled out the cork from the other bottle.
Pop!
Music to my ears.
I didnât care about anything and filled the glass with alcohol again.
Huh? Wait wait.
I definitely thought it wasnât full yet. Alcohol dripped out of the glass.
For some reason, I couldnât stop myself from pouring more alcohol in.
âHuh? Huuuh?â
Eventually, the bottle was poured out until the bottle was emptied.
I looked at the floor, devastated.
Why didnât you stop me! You could have stopped me earlier!
I looked at him with a resentful rather than apologetic expression, but Amoide looked back with a calm face.
âItâs all gone. Satisfied now?â
He asked this, but I replied in tears.
ââ¦Such a waste.â
Seeing the liquor spilled on the floor, I really thought it was a pity.
âDo you know how hard it is to make this?â
The whole process of growing, fermenting, bottling the herbs all throughout a meticulous process.
You donât know the pain of manual labor because all you do is sit down and drink comfortably.
âYouâre drunk.â
He repeated quietly.
âYou donât have anything to drink anymore. Stop it now and stand up.â
Obviously, he drank more than I did, but I couldnât even hear the slightest slur in his speech.
For some reason, this just made me angrier.
âYou did it on purpose!â
âYouâre the one who spilled the alcohol. Look at it.â
He pointed to the soaked floor.
âYouâre the one who did this. Why are you blaming me?â
âYou couldâve stopped me!â
Itâs definitely his fault that he let me pour everything out. Itâs not my fault, itâs his.
âIâm drunk, too.â
He replied in a hard tone, but no! Not even a little! His voice didnât sound even a little drunk!
âLies.â
âIâm not lying.â
For some time, we had a fierce staring contest as we looked into each otherâs eyes.
âStingy man.â
ââ¦â¦â
It kinda sounded like thereâs something that cracked somewhere, but I didnât feel scared at all.
âNarrow-minded, petty, spiteful man.â
ââ¦Keep going, why donât you.â
âIâm telling the truth, so what, huh? Huh?â
âWhat truth?â
âYou really donât know yourself well. Youâre narrow-minded, stingy, and you have a terrible personality.â
âI never claimed that I had a caring personality.â
âWanna make a bet?â
ââ¦What bet?â
He looked at me with a smile on his lips. Againâitâs that face again.
Those unfeeling eyes as he looked at me like I was talking about the stars, as if heâs waiting for what kind of nonsense Iâll be saying this time.
âWhat kind of bet?â
âWellâ¦â
I trailed off after I finally ran out of words.
Bet. A bet. What kind of bet should I have with him?
âGrant a wish.â
I clamored for a wish. The words that I spat out had none of the reckless energy fueled by alcohol I had earlier anymore, but even though I knew this and the callousness had disappeared, I couldnât stop.
âThe person falls¹ first will have to grant a wish.â
ââ¦A wish.â
He furrowed his eyebrows as though he was seriously thinking about it.
âWhat wish are you going to ask for?â
âHmmâ¦â
At his question, I crossed my arms and mulled it over. Wish. Wish. Wish.
âIâll say it if I win.â
I swished the glass in my hand in a circle.
âStop shaking your head.â
âWhen did I do that?â
ââ¦â¦â
Oh? Come to think of it, Iâm kinda dizzy.
Itâs not that I was spinning the glass, but it was my head thatâs spinning?
âAnyway, if I winââ
I adjusted my posture as I said this.
âIf you do? Tell me how much it will be.â
He leaned back slowly, crossing his legs.
âHow much? Why do you only look at people like they want money?â
I said this with a straight face.
âOf course, money is the best! Huh? If I have moneyâ¦!â
ââ¦You can do anything.â
âThatâs right!â
I shouted in a ferocious tone.
At that moment, he looked at me so leisurely that it was almost cheeky.
Itâs that easy for you, huh.
I canât believe he could say that. He wasnât kidding, nor was he bluffing.
How could he say that as if he could give me anything I wanted? For me, that was what I was so desperate for.
âWhy are you quiet now?â
He stared at me as I grew quiet, his tone curious.
With my head down, I spoke.
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t/n:
¹ fall, meaning collapse from drinking too much, but the original text was also vague, so you never know ????
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