Chapter 20
I called him again. Then, Bleon raised his head to look at me. I already knew when I felt my dress getting wet, but his face was full of tears.
ââ¦Forgive meâ¦â¦?â
âWhat can I do other than forgive youâ¦â
Bleon wasnât really at fault. All of this happened because of Astell, but he continued to blame himself, never Astell.
I thought for a moment. I was going to get a divorce so he wouldnât die. Then will he not die? The process was terrifying. However, he still liked Astell, and the treatment to get rid of the drug in his system was now over. It seemed unlikely that he would die like that in the future.
âIs it okay thenâ¦â
Perhaps it was just a trick of the light that his eyes seemed to have had within them a strange glint. Bleon had returned to the kind and obedient man he had always been. I weighed both options in my mind. To get divorced. To not get divorced.
And the scales tilted towards the latter.
In fact, the decisive reason was made by my simple and selfish heart. I was worried about the days I would live outside this estate. I donât know this place well yet, and Iâve lived here for less than a month.
I never went out of the mansion, and they wouldnât welcome me at the Marquisate, where Astellâs family resided. Neither did I want to return there. This was the safest place for me right now.
âThen⦠You wonât leave meâ¦?â
He said this in a nervous voice, probably worried because I had been silent for a long time while I was thinking.
âIf you promise that youâll do everything you just said, I will stay here. If you break even one, I will leave this house. Is that fine?â
I asked him again to be sure. Then, as if he understood what I meant, Bleonâs face brightened in an instant, even if his tears were still welling up, he answered with a smile.
âYes. I will listen carefully to my wifeâ¦! Thank you, Wifeâ¦!â
Bleon buried his face in my lap and rubbed his cheeks like a child. I stroked his hair, a habit now. But again, when I felt a big part of him on my leg, I hurriedly withdrew my hand.
ââ¦Sorry. I donât want this either⦠It didnât go away, soâ¦â
Bleon groaned slightly as his body didnât follow his will, tormented by it.
âHaâ¦â
I heard the sound of a long, painful sigh, and I looked down at Bleon for a moment. The back of his hand, which was placed on the sofa, was gripping the sofa so tightly that the veins were prominent. When I saw it again, I felt very bad for him. But there really wasnât anything I could do about it.
âLetâs be careful what we touch in the futureâ¦â
Iâm just saying to be careful going forward.
âWhatâ¦? Yes, yes⦠I have to listen carefully to Wife⦠I will.â
To my words, Bleon answered in a gloomy voice.
âShould I go out for a while?â
âOh, noâ¦! Just a moment⦠A momentâ¦â
Did you forget that you said it was a while before, and it still didnât go down after you said it? As I had a disbelieving expression on my face, Bleon hurriedly added,
âItâs true⦠So donât go, Wife, please⦠Please donât leave meâ¦â
âIâm not going anywhere, Iâm just going out for a while.â
âStillâ¦â
It seemed that the words I said eventually enhanced Bleonâs anxiety. Bleon refused to let me go with a desperate look.
âCanât I hope for this muchâ¦?â
Bleon looked me in the eye and asked cautiously. I nodded my head and Bleon smiled slightly. After that, I understood his feelings a little bit and waited patiently this time. Unlike before, it was not because he was sick. And fortunately, as time passed, the veins on the back of Bleonâs hands gradually faded as if he had calmed down.
âItâs gone nowâ¦â
âYou did well.â
I raised my hand to stroke Bleonâs head as a compliment to him and I paused. And withdrew my hand.
âAre you okay now?â
Then he looked at me and smiled awkwardly.
ââ¦Iâm sorryâ¦â¦â
âItâs not something Bleon has to apologize for.â
Even if Bleon didnât want to do that, it seemed a bit strange to apologize about it. His body just wasnât listening to him.
âBut shall we use separate rooms now?â
ââ¦Whatâ¦â¦?!â
Bleon looked up at me as though the world collapsed when I said this.
Astell and Bleon have never slept apart since they got married. Astell wanted to monitor and intervene with Bleonâs every move. The bed we slept in was very large, so I didnât feel any discomfort, so I continued to sleep and wake up the next day with Bleon.
Well, except for that one day when he pleasured himself, it didnât really bother me that much. But now it seemed better to use separate bedrooms in order to establish a more secure relationship with him. So I brought it up, but his reaction was stronger than I expected.
âI donât want thatâ¦! Wife please⦠You know I canât sleep when Wife isnât around⦠Please, pleaseâ¦â
Was it�
Bleon couldnât sleep without Astell. I never heard of it.
âIâll hold your hand and just sleep⦠I will never, ever, ever come close to Wife. So pleaseâ¦â
âOkay. Then just like now.â
He keeps begging like this, and I donât feel good about refusing it, and thereâs nothing particularly uncomfortable about it, so I decided to do nothing about this case.
âThank you, Wife⦠What luck have I been born with⦠A guy like meâ¦â
âBleonâ¦!â
I cut off his words and called for Bleon in a slightly angry voice.
ââ¦Yes?â
Then he looked at me with a puzzled expression at my sudden shout.
âWhy do you keep blaming yourself? Donât do that.â
Even before, Bleon had called himself some kind of bastard, and now he was demeaning himself.
âBut in the first place, Iâm not a good person⦠My wife told meâ¦â
âNo. Bleon is a precious person from the beginning.â
I looked him in the eye and said, to assure him that what I was saying was true.
âBleon is the most precious person ever. Youâre so kind, youâre so pretty, why must you think that way? So what am I supposed to be when I am the wife of such a person?â
âNo!â
Bleon strongly denied my words.
âThe wife is not like thatâ¦! My wife⦠My wife⦠is radiant.â
âThe same goes for Bleon. So, donât say those words again in the future. Understand?â
Bleon looked at me intently. He seemed to understand the truth of my words now.
âI guess I really have all the luck in the world⦠You are my wife⦠Iâm so happyâ¦â
Saying so, he smiled brightly.
âLook at this. Your smile is as pretty as the sun.â
And I looked at him and smiled broadly.
The divorce attempt ended as a failure, and I fell asleep and woke up at dawn. Next to me was Bleon, holding my hand as he slept peacefully.
I couldnât go back to sleep anymore, so my eyes were kept open. There was something that bothered me about the conversation I had with him before, so I thought about it for a while.
We sat next to each other on the sofa and talked about what to do next. Then I suddenly wondered what Bleon thought of the changed Astell, so I asked him.
âBy the way⦠When I woke up after a week when I fell ill, didnât I seem like a completely different person?â
âWell⦠Not really. Because this wasnât the first time.â
Ah, yes.
Astell had suddenly changed even eight years ago. Back then, she changed for the worse. But this time, the change was for the better.
âI see.â
âSomething just happened to the wife. Thatâs what Iâve been thinking about.â
I was contemplating whether to talk about this or not, and then I opened my mouth.
âI had a dream.â
And I changed the future I knew into the word dream and told him.
âWhat dreamâ¦?â
âI just dreamed that you were tired of me like this and left me. So, as soon as I woke up from the dream, the thought that I couldnât keep living like this, like my life flashing before my eyes?â
I said with a joking laugh, as if taking it lightly.
âIt was a ridiculous dream.â
In contrast to my smiling face, Bleonâs face was seriously hardened.
âHuh?â
âI left because I got tired of Wife? So because you think the dream was real, did Wife try to abandon me first?â
âNo, itâs not like thatâ¦â
In fact, he hit it right on the mark, but I vaguely denied it and trailed off.
âHow can you⦠I can never live without you, Wife. I will never ever leave my wifeâs side.â
His determination was evident in the look in his eyes.
âIt was just a dream, Bleon.â
He took it more seriously than I expected, so I comforted him with an awkward smile.
âEven if it was a dream, I canât believe that I will do something like that. But in the end, it means that Wife thinks Iâm not enough, that this is only the extent of my feelings for Wife.â
âNoâ¦â