The Villain's Sickly Wife Dislikes Being Overprotected - Chapter 3.11

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Well, the rumor that Kyron and I don’t get along seems to be known to all the staff here, and they must have seen us not even touring together as a couple.

They probably thought Kyron would be indifferent to me, which is why the two staff members looked down on me and gossiped. In the end, perhaps the root cause of this situation is that I appeared too easy to disrespect.

“It’s my responsibility for not managing the staff properly. I apologize, Your Grace.”

The hotel owner bowed deeply in apology.

“Looking down on the Duchess is the same as looking down on me.”

“We-we’re sorry, Your Grace.”

“If you’re sorry, then make sure you train your staff properly from now on.”

“Yes, yes! I will do so.”

It was natural that the service of this small hotel in a small town couldn’t compare to a five-star hotel in the capital. Of course, the staff training wouldn’t be as thorough.

But even considering the environment, what I heard earlier was too much.

“I will re-educate all staff from now on. Of course, those two staff members will be punished.”

The owner looked at the gathered onlookers and gestured with his chin for them to leave.

The matter with the two staff members seemed to be wrapping up.

Although the situation was progressing quickly, my head was feeling heavier. Now I was even feeling a bit dizzy.

“Ekette.”

I had closed my eyes for a moment without realizing it, and Kyron, who noticed this, called out to me.

“Are you really sick?”

“I have a headache, but I think it’s just fatigue.”

This was different from the symptoms of my illness. So it’s not the disease, it just seemed to be simple fatigue.

“Is it because of stress?”

Kyron spoke with his teeth clenched, whether from anger or not. He was glaring at the two staff members as if he could kill them.

As always, he’s a person who greatly dislikes anything that tarnishes the honor of the Duke’s family.

Just then, another staff member came running urgently. It seemed he had something to report to the hotel owner.

Judging by his running and expression, it looked urgent.

“A patient has appeared.”

A patient?

The staff member pointed towards the lobby, saying it was over there.

“A patient? What do you mean?”

“Just now, Wolfry from the kitchen said he had a headache and then vomited.”

“Vomited?!”

The owner shouted.

A patient appearing in an isolated space is quite a serious matter.

“Your Grace, I need to go check on the patient. I will punish these staff members as you’ve instructed.”

Kyron nodded lightly in permission.

“Are you alright?”

Perhaps more alert after hearing about the staff member who vomited, Kyron leaned his head close to me and whispered to check again.

“Yes, I think I’m just overly concerned. I’ll be fine if I go in and rest a bit.”

I took a step while pressing my temple firmly with one hand. Then Kyron grabbed my other hand, stopping me.

Although I’ve been carried like a princess unexpectedly before, this is actually the first time he’s held my hand when we’re not even dancing. It was the first time in all my memories since our marriage.

Somewhat surprised, I looked up at him.

“Why do you say you’re fine when you’re sick?”

I’m not starting to cough or anything, I just touched my head, but he was being excessive.

Like when he personally applied an ice pack when I sprained my ankle before, it’s certain that he has an overly cautious side when it comes to health. His worry is also excessive.

“Don’t hide it. When you’re sick.”

He gripped my hand tightly, his firm grasp conveying a sense of support.

He started walking slowly, matching my pace.

As the headache got worse, I stopped walking and furrowed my brow.

“What’s wrong?”

I briefly touched my forehead.

“Let’s go quickly. So I can rest.”

“Yes, we should.”

Kyron opened the door, and I entered the room first.

It was my first time entering his room. In fact, I had never been to his bedroom even in the Duke’s mansion.

Putting aside any significance of it being the first time, I just wanted to sleep right now. It felt like I could only escape the headache and dizziness if I fell asleep quickly.

I collapsed onto the bed, face down.

Kyron’s bed and my cot were separate. His bed was against the center of one wall of the room, and mine was placed in the corner facing his direction.

Even though it was called a cot, it looked sturdy enough to be similar to a regular bed.

As I lay face down on the bed, Kyron approached.

“Do you need medicine?”

He’s being excessive again, this person.

Kyron turned me over from my face-down position and placed his hand on my forehead.

“At least there’s no fever.”

I can’t even lie down comfortably because of his excessive worry.

Because of his overly health-conscious attitude, I sat up again less than a minute after lying down.

Even after I sat up, his interrogation continued.

“Do you feel like you might cough?”

“I told you, no.”

“Any other symptoms?”

“Just a slight headache.”

Has he developed some trauma from seeing me sick a few times?

“If you feel even slightly off, tell me immediately.”

“Of course.”

He looked at me as if he couldn’t trust me at all.

“What? Don’t you believe me?”

“You answer well, but I get the feeling you won’t actually tell me anything.”

If that’s the case, he’s read me correctly. Of course, I have no intention of running to my husband to report every little ache and pain. I don’t consider our relationship to be that close.

“……”

Having been hit right on the mark, I didn’t answer him and instead changed the subject.

“I want to change clothes. Could you step out for a moment? It’s uncomfortable with you here.”

I tried to drive him out under the pretext of changing clothes.

“……Alright.”

“Take your time coming back, very slowly. Understood?”

“It sounds like you just want me out of this room.”

You know it well.

“I’ll stay out, so change comfortably.”

Fortunately, Kyron obliged and left as I asked.

At last, I was comfortably alone.

First, I changed from my indoor clothes to pajamas. After untying my hair, I slipped into bed.

There was a small nightstand next to the cot. They must have moved it here for my convenience.

On the nightstand was the book I had been reading last night. Lia must have brought it. It wasn’t interesting, but it was perfect for drifting off to sleep.

I sat on the bed and opened the book. After a few pages, my eyes started to close. Without further resistance, I fell into a deep sleep.