Chapter 78
Sickly? Husband's Contractual Wife
Chapter 78
âI donât want to.â
I saw him clenching his teeth in my response. Is he getting mad�
Still, Iâm not going, though. I groaned to myself and took a step back, âWell, Amoide. I have to find Noir⦠I will get going.â
âAre you not coming?â
âIâm not goingâ¦!â
I screamed inside.
âAmoide, being excited is not good for your health. You know, right? Raymondâ¦â
Was it my misunderstanding that his complexion seemed to have paled in an instant?
âAmoide?â
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 donât think itâs because of my mood.
âAre you⦠all right?â I asked carefully.
In an instant, his relaxed gaze turned to me, and he collapsed the next moment.
âUghâ¦!â
Suddenly, Amoide grabbed his left chest and fell to the ground.
âAmoideâ¦!â
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.
âOh, no.â
I frantically shook his body.
âAre you okay? Amoide, Amoide!â
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?
Reallyâ¦
âNo, you canât die yet!â
I screamed like a crazy woman.
âDonât die. Donât die, huh? Donât die in front of meâ¦â
I cried and grabbed him and shook him violently, âAmoide, open your eyes. Open it. Open yourâ!â
ââ¦.â
Hey, itâs 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.
Swish.
Suddenly, my posture turned around and I looked up at him from below.
ââ¦.â
Although the grass stabbed me in the back, I couldnât even feel it.
âAre you crying?â
He made a strange expression that seemed to be both entertaining and surprising.
ââ¦Amoide?â
I called him carefully. His face looked illuminated because my vision was clouded with tears.
âAre you alive?â
Uttered in a hoarse voice, I continued to gaze into his face.
âYouâ¦?â
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 didnât completely avoid my hand.
âYouâre not a ghost, are you?â
Feeling relieved, I just spit out a word. I could see his eyebrows twitching slightly in response to my question.
â¦Heâs alive. Heâs alive.
Seeing that handsome, but dirty expression⦠Heâs indeed my husband.
âIâm not dead.â
At his words, I sniffled and whispered. The tears that had stopped seemed to flow down again, ââ¦Yes, youâre not dead.â
He clasped his hand over mine, which touched his face.
âSo, calm down.â
Those words really reassured me.
ââ¦But, what do you mean by that?â
âWhat⦠What do you mean?â
I thought about what I said, and he opened his mouth first.
âDonât die in front of me.â
ââ¦.â
As I watched him repeat what I said, I heard a bell ringing in my ears.
âWhat does that mean? Do you want me to die in front of you?â
Gulp.
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.
âWhat, what do you mean? I donât want you to die.â
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 didnât have the confidence to meet the two brightly shining eyes.
âLook straight at me and speak.â
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 couldnât 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.
âOpen your eyes.â
The words of the knightâs commander aroused a strange sense of rebellion within me.
âLook where I am going.â
I shut my eyes with more force. However, the sound that followed was a sight to behold.
âIt sounds like you are expecting something.â
My eyes widened at those words.
âI beg your pardon?â
I asked back, âMeâ¦? What?â
At that, Amoide responded with a smirk. That shamelessness was indescribable.
âWhat do you mean I am expecting something!â
âArenât you?â
He spoke as if he was sorry. I couldnât beat him in my anger, so I swallowed it down, then suddenly I stopped acting in an eerie feeling.
âBy the way.â
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, heâ¦
â¦He wasnât sick.
Ding-a-ling.
The bell rang once more at the belated realization.
âYou liarâ¦!â
I ripped the grass and threw it in his face.
âLiar, cunning!â
Rather than being angry about him, it was a resentment at myself, who had gone downhill by the act.
âThis person!â
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.
âFuh, fuhââ
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.
âStill, you havenât answered yet. What do you mean by not dying in front of you?â
It was as if his tenacity was more than iron.
âLiterally, what it meant! Donât die in front of me! Donât die, please donât die! Donât die!â
So, I can live, tooâ¦!
I swallowed the last words and raised my voice to the fullest with anger.
ââ¦.â
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 aliveâthe 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.
â¦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.
âYes, I will not die in front of you.â
ââ¦.â
âI swear as a knight. Right now, with my house oath, I promise.â
ââ¦Amoide?â
As if responding to my call, his eyes slightly curved into a half-moon shape.
âI, Amoide Efretâ¦â
Saying so, he gazed at me and blinked slowly as though that little gesture would lock me into it.
âIâll never die in front of you.â
Shaaaâ
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.
âLate.â
âWhat? Late⦠Ah.â
It was time for him to take his medicine.
âThe catâ¦â
I couldnât hear well because I was shaking the grass.
âWhatâ¦?â
âNo. Weâll talk later.â
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.
ââ¦.â
As I glanced at the trembling grass, I suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.
â¦I think Iâve 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.
âOh, my goodnessâ¦!â
âRo, ro, roâRona?â
I grabbed the chest near my heart and called her name over and over again.
âWhy, why are you coming out of there?â
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