Chapter 154

After that, Rafel did not leave his mansion. He hovered around Annette's bedroom, fidgeting like a quarantined pet. And he gritted his teeth, occasionally hearing a low moan or a hard cough coming from within. He doesn't change anything just because he's That doesn't mean that Annette is less sick. He couldn't even understand why he was doing this.

“Kuluk kuluk, heuh, heh….”

The painful cough that had been heard from inside suddenly turned into sobs. Judging by the slightly suppressed voice of her, it seemed that she was crying with her face buried in the pillow. Hearing this, Rafel couldn't help but stay still. That cry made me feel like I was going to turn around.

He eventually pushed open the door to her bedroom and went inside. Surprised Annette hurriedly wiped away her tears and turned around. His face was flushed red, as if he had a fever. Seeing this, Rafel annoyedly picked up a wet towel from the basin next to the bed.

“Lie down.”

“All right, call the maid. You have to….”

“Just lie down!”

Rafel's voice grew impatient. He was a big kid, not yet socialized. He was an idiot who only knew how to wield power, but he did not know how to talk. When he raised his voice, the water that was still left in Annette's Eyes flowed from startled surprise. Seeing this, Rafel stuttered unconsciously.

“I mean, not that… There are no maids out there. So, once you lie down, I will wipe first…….”

Lafel, who was talking gibberish, stopped talking, perhaps because he didn't want to. He couldn't even hear what he was talking about. Giving up on the conversation, he wordlessly stretched out his arm and laid Annette down. Wrapped the towel tightly and began to wipe her face, neck, and limbs.

Annette, who received almost half-forced nursing care, could not hide her embarrassment. The emotional chasm between Rafel and her ran very deep. Naturally, she had a great psychological reluctance to Raffel, and this moment of surrendering her sick her, her own body her was terribly uncomfortable. Biting her lip, she stared at Lapel's profile of her as he carefully wiped her arm of her.

'Why are you doing this all of a sudden?'

Lapel's manly profile was terribly beautiful, just as stubborn. It was a look that I didn't know what the hell he was thinking. Annette, who was glaring at him warily, suddenly frowned. It was because the feeling of the wet towel that came and went over the soft skin of her was somehow uncomfortable.

It's a familiar wet towel, but why do I suddenly feel like this? Annette, who glanced at the wet towel in a strange mood, eventually realized the reason. The wet towel held in Lapel's large hand…… It was so dry. His grip strength was so good that he squeezed out all the water when wringing the towel.

A weak laugh escaped from Annette's mouth as she looked at the dry, crumbly wet towel.

Haha….”

Lapel frowned at Annette's sudden smile her. She thought she was laughing at her own immaturity of her. But after smiling once, Annette's face her was more comfortable than before. Seeing his clumsy nursing care for her, he felt like an idiot.

Okay.Since she was sick and sick anyway,what would be the point of taking care of her husband her?Lapel probably said that a few times.He must have been trying to alleviate some of his guilt before he died.Arranging his thoughts, Annette decides to ignore his presence and go to sleep.

But at the time, she didn't know.

Excited with fever, Annette grunted and managed to open her blurry eyes. Lapel, who held her sweaty body in one arm, took off her pajamas with her familiar hands and put on a new one. Her on the sofa. It was to change even the sheets with vomit on her vomit.

Annette, buried deep in the thick blanket, looked at Lapel's back as she changed her sheets to her. On the nightstand next to the bed, the medicine he was carrying was emitting steam. He must have scooped it up and fed it to himself after he finished the sheets.

Annette, whose internal organs were damaged, could not eat well, let alone medicine. She had vomited on Lapel's chest her the other day, while taking her medicine her, unable to contain her nausea. Annette, recalling the sorry she felt at that time , said to Lapel, who was grinding the sheets without her knowledge of her.

“You don't have to be like this. You don't have to pay attention to me.”

Then his hands his, which were putting a new sheet on the bed, stopped for a moment. As she always did when she said these things, Lafel's face her looked a little displeased as she looked back at herself. Then he picked Annette up like a doll and put her back on the clean bed.

He stretched out his hand and picked up the medicine bowl that was on the bedside table. While changing the sheets, the medicine had cooled just enough to eat. After fiddling with the bowl and measuring the temperature of the medicine, he scooped out a spoonful and held it out to Annette. Annette, who had blinked her eyes, opened her mouth like a baby bird taking her prey her. Then, like an archer aiming at a target, Lapel cautiously placed the spoon in her mouth with a careful look.

The bitter, sweet, and terrible taste spread in my mouth from the tongue that the medicine touched. Annette held back the nausea that was trying to rise up inside her reflexively. She couldn't vomit on him this time either. Mobilized all his patience her and managed to empty a bowl of medicine, half an hour had already passed. The exhausted Annette was about to lay him down.

“Don't lie down yet. The medicine may reflux.”

Lapel bluntly reached out her hand her to restrain her then Annette swallowed an annoying sigh and leaned her head against the cold bedpost I could not lie down but I thought it would be a little more comfortable to lean on .

Seeing this, Rafel got up on the bed without saying a word. Sitting close to him, he reached out and pulled Annette's shoulder her. And instead of his cold pillar her, he leaned his body her against his own chest her. Transmitted from his solid body his and the manly smell his shook all the senses. It was too tempting warmth for Annette, who was lonely and sick.

Annette's eyelids slowly began to close as she leaned against him Just before he fell asleep, he felt his hand her her carefully straighten his bent head her her It was a clumsy but kind touch.

'Why are you so nice to me?'

Annette wanted to ask him, but he knew. He probably won't ask him until he dies. Because I was afraid of whatever answer would come back.

The woman on the bed was skinny. Her beautiful blonde hair she had lost its shine and was rough, and her corpse-like bluish complexion her was clearly sick. She was so weak that she couldn't even take her medicine. She was staying in the realm of this world, but she must have stepped into another world.

Standing on the edge of her bed, her lapel, she looked down at her with her expressionless face. Having achieved the level of a sword master, his hearing her was extremely sharp. Still, her breathing was barely audible. Her, who was carefully examining her, shook her head.

“There is nothing more we can do. Just to be peaceful on the way…….”

“Shut that mouth! If you say one more word, I won't let you go.”

Lapel grew fiercely. The lawmaker, frightened by this, left as if to run away. There were only two people left in this place filled with the energy of death. Lapel, slumped in her chair next to her bed her, looked down at her in dismay. She was afraid to even reach out and touch her. She felt that the moment she touched it, Annette would crumble and disappear like a well-dried leaf.

At this time, a faint whisper flowed from Annette's parted lips without her coloration of her. It was a small sound that a normal person would never hear. Rafel, who recognized Yong-kei, unknownly buried her face her in her palm her. Annette as she groaned.

“Do you want to see your family? The heartless things you didn't even peep into to make you end up like this?”

Instead of answering, a tear ran down Annette's thin cheek her. Seeing this, Lapel grounded his teeth. She was furious and her wild urge to smash anything came up. I was angry with her for her foolishness of her, and I was also angry with Bavaria for not even coming to visit her when she was sick. But the most upsetting thing was her helpless self who couldn't do anything.

What do you mean by becoming a sword master? There is nothing I can do for my dying wife. He struggled to swallow the hot mass rising up in his stomach. Now was the time to indulge in self-pity. Was burning frighteningly fast.

“Okay. I call your family So don't worry and wait.”

He lowered his head and spoke quietly into Annette's ear her.Over and over again, afraid that she might not have heard of her.But that promise was never kept.