The Villain's Sickly Wife Dislikes Being Overprotected - Chapter 1.4
Of course, this question wasn’t asked in hopes that he would return early. I just thought it would be better to know exactly how long I could enjoy my time alone.
It probably wouldn’t be a big issue anyway since Kyron doesn’t return to the mansion often.
My husband’s response to the question was cold.
“You don’t need to know that.”
That impenetrable, resolute attitude. That icy gaze that doesn’t allow even a bit of interest or interference.
Is it that difficult to answer when you’ll be back?
“It wouldn’t hurt to know when you’re coming back, would it?”
“I always send word before I return anyway. I don’t know how long it will take, so I can’t answer you now.”
He answered as if he was busy and annoyed.
I didn’t expect a kind answer either. I asked just in case, but it was as I thought.
“Alright, I understand. Have a safe trip. I won’t see you off.”
Quickly resigning myself, I gave a perfunctory greeting and turned my attention back to the dessert.
He can go or not, I don’t care.
I skewered a grape on a pick and brought it to my lovely chocolate fountain.
Just as I was about to put the chocolate-coated grape in my mouth… suddenly, my chest area started to tingle.
A stuffy feeling, as if fine cobwebs were hanging in my lungs. A feeling like air was about to burst out from inside through my throat at any moment.
I know this feeling. I’ve experienced it plenty of times in my past life.
This is…
“Cough…!”
…the signal for the start of coughing and hemoptysis.
“Cough, cough!”
This ominous feeling of my past life’s illness manifesting, just when I was trying to make a fresh start in this new body.
“Cough…! Hack, hack…!”
My head fell into a panic, and coughing started to burst out madly as if my throat was blocked.
Could it be that the nosebleed earlier, the fainting, and now this coughing… did I bring them all from my past life?
The shock of that realization was greater than the pain of coughing.
Didn’t they say I would be freed from that insufferable illness?
If that silver-haired man was in front of me right now, I’d want to confront him.
But I remembered what I had replied to the silver-haired man.
I had answered that I was living well. Damn it.
Could it be because of that answer?
“Cough, cough…!”
Even as I covered my mouth and coughed, my mind was busy trying to find the cause of this situation.
I just wanted to enjoy some chocolate fondue, and this is what I get!
Then suddenly, I felt some liquid on my hand covering my mouth. I removed my hand from my mouth and looked at it.
It was blood.
Ah, this is truly identical to the symptoms I experienced in my past life.
…As I was feeling dejected, I suddenly remembered that there was still someone else in the dining room besides me.
Damn it.
Surely, he must have left by now. He had long legs, so he must have quickly left with his large strides.
Trying to deny my ominous premonition, I raised my head.
But… as soon as I turned my head, my faint hope crumbled.
Kyron, whom I thought had left quickly, was standing not far away as if frozen.
His widened eyes were fixed on my blood-stained hand.
“Cough! Cough!”
I wish it would just stop, but this damned coughing wouldn’t cease whether Kyron was here or not.
“Cough!”
Damn it.
The thought suddenly struck me that I couldn’t keep showing this kind of appearance.
Showing a sickly appearance probably wouldn’t be a positive thing.
If it becomes known that I fell ill just a year after marriage, they might consider it a dishonor to the Duke’s family. Or they might drive me out, thinking I’m too sickly to produce an heir.
Isn’t a wife who is not loved and sickly to boot a troublesome burden in many ways?
It was the same in my past life. Hospital bills were expensive, and my family gradually grew tired of having to take care of me, who was sick at all hours.
If even my family from my past life was like that, then of course a husband who doesn’t even love me would find my illness troublesome.
I might really end up divorced.
I didn’t want to be driven out of here. I haven’t even started my golden spoon life yet.
I still haven’t properly worn a top-quality dress, nor have I fully enjoyed luxurious fine dining.
There was only one option now.
‘I need to run away for now…!’
I had to hide my sick appearance for now. It seemed I shouldn’t show this state any longer in front of my husband.
I stood up unsteadily, covering my mouth. Even then, the coughing didn’t stop.
I hurriedly ran towards the door.
“Ekette!”
But my arm was caught.
The hand holding my arm was Kyron’s. It wasn’t even a strong grip, but I was caught nonetheless.
Do I have to show him my sick appearance like this? For a moment, I grimaced in frustration.
“What’s wrong with you?!”
Kyron shouted.
If this situation had occurred just a few seconds later, he would have been gone. The timing was just awful.
All I could do in this situation was to reassure him.
“I’m, fine… Cough! Really…!”
“Ekette!”
“Really, I’m fine… Hack!”
I wish he would just leave, but it was already too late.
Kyron patted my back in confusion.
In the midst of this, the thought ‘So this person can be flustered too’ briefly crossed my mind.
“Is there no one outside!”
He called out urgently. As soon as he shouted, several servants rushed into the dining room.
“What’s the matter… My Lady!”
“My Lady!”
They screamed when they saw the blood on my mouth and hands.
They must be shocked, seeing this for the first time in their lives. But I had experienced this countless times in my past life.
I was a bit surprised when I first had a nosebleed earlier, but this time I didn’t fall into a helpless panic.
Let’s stay calm. The most important thing in this situation is to reassure Kyron. That this illness won’t bring dishonor to the Duke’s family, and that it doesn’t mean I can’t bear an heir.
I grabbed Kyron’s collar and made a gesture indicating I had something to say to him. I felt a bit sorry about getting blood on his clothes, but it couldn’t be helped.
“What? Do you have something to say?”
Fortunately, Kyron understood my gesture and brought his ear close to listen to me.
“This, there’s no need to make a fuss…”
However, before I could finish the sentence, my hand that was holding his collar slipped weakly with a swoosh.
I was going to tell him not to worry, that it’s not something to make a fuss about and it’s not a fatal disease. But before I could finish, all my strength left my body.
I collapsed helplessly. As I lost consciousness, I felt strong arms supporting my body.
Translator
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lurelia
Known for turning pages faster than I move in real life. Warning: May suddenly vanish into fictional realms, leaving behind only a vaguely potato-shaped indent on the sofa.
chocolattes
girl you’re not convincing anyone when you’re literally vomiting blood 😭 HAHA oh well im so excited to see where this goes!
thanks so much for the translation!