The Villain's Sickly Wife Dislikes Being Overprotected - Chapter 3.17

Kyron extended his hand with a suspicious look. I took his hand and rolled up his shirt sleeve. Kyron flinched in surprise.

“What are you doing now?”

He pulled his hand away. I tried to hold it tightly, but my arm lacked strength and wasn’t quick enough, so I lost my grip.

“Give it back, quickly.”

“You’re talking as if my arm belongs to you.”

“The owner isn’t taking care of it.”

As I had expected, there was a long wound extending from his wrist. It looked like a deep scratch from somewhere.

On the day he disappeared without a word and brought back a doctor, I noticed some dried blood on his hand when he returned. His clothes were also slightly torn. I had guessed he had injured his hand or arm.

I thought he would have received treatment since he brought a doctor, but when I asked the doctor who visited the hotel yesterday to check on the patient’s conditions, he said it was news to him.

I guessed that he had neglected it, thinking it was a small wound. It seemed he had left it to heal on its own without receiving any separate treatment.

“It could get infected or inflamed, which would be troublesome.”

I snatched his hand again.

“This kind of thing heals quickly.”

“I thought you were overly sensitive about health, but I guess that’s not the case.”

Maybe he’s the type to neglect only his own health.

“What are you trying to do?”

“I bought something from a store called ‘God’s Blessing’ earlier. There will be God’s blessing on your wound too.”

“What?”

He laughed as if in disbelief.

I took out one of the items I had purchased. It was an ointment.

“If you apply this, the wound will heal faster. They say it contains divine power that aids healing.”

I quickly applied the ointment to the wound before Kyron could pull his hand away again. Fortunately, he didn’t pull away this time.

“Apply it tomorrow too, understood? I won’t take care of it twice.”

Kyron looked at me as if he was seeing someone do something he never thought they would do. It’s probably because we’re not the type of couple who take care of each other meticulously.

Just as he doesn’t pay attention to me, he probably thought I would naturally do the same.

That’s why I took care of him. To show that I’m not the same kind of person as him.

Even if he’s a heartless person who neglects his wife, I’m not someone who would ignore her husband’s wound.

“Now go back to what you were doing. I only came to apply this.”

I put the ointment on his desk and turned around.

But the next moment, I couldn’t move. Because my hand was caught.

Opposite to earlier, this time he was holding my hand.

“…Thank you.”

He said from behind me, holding my hand tightly. He gripped my hand as if he wouldn’t let me go unless I heard what he had to say.

Compared to my hand that had just come in from outside, his hand was warm.

“Your hand is cold.”

He said in a low voice.

When I held his hand earlier to apply the ointment, it felt normal, but this time it felt a bit strange.

Is gratitude transmitted through hands? Somehow this situation felt a bit embarrassing.

“Uh… well, that’s why I’m going to warm it up by the fireplace now.”

I pulled my hand away. Unlike how tightly he had held it, he let go easily when I tried to pull away.

“Well then, finish your work well and sleep well.”

I left his room after a hasty farewell.

***

The next day. The time for tearful goodbyes arrived.

Allis, who had already cried the night before, came with puffy eyes and burst into tears again.

“If you go out crying like that in this weather, your tears might freeze?”

My silly comment made her laugh briefly, but Allis was soon in tears again.

Part of the reason for her crying was my fault. The gift I gave her had pushed her tear button.

I gave her the chocolate and wish stone I had bought at the store yesterday.

I didn’t have any friends in the capital anyway, so I had gone to buy gifts for Allis in the first place.

“Use it when you have a really important and desperate wish later. Don’t forget to think of my face once while using it.”

Allis cried, saying she never dreamed she would receive something so expensive. She was not only talkative but also very emotional.

But the time to leave finally came. I said my final goodbyes to the familiar faces I had gotten used to here and got into the carriage.

“Seems like you’ve grown quite attached?”

Kyron asked casually, seeing me stick to the carriage window and waving until the last moment.

“We’ve been together for several days.”

Kyron probably hadn’t grown attached to anyone since he only spent time with his subordinates.

“Did you have any gains during your stay in Pierce?”

“Gains?”

“You came here because you had something to do, right? But with the heavy snowfall and all the trouble… I was wondering if you’re returning without being able to do much of what you intended.”

Kyron seemed to ponder deeply, his expression suggesting a belated consideration of potential gains.

After a while, he gave his answer.

“It was a time to organize my thoughts.”

I had only expected a yes or no answer, but this was completely different from what I had anticipated. Not whether he had done what he needed to do, but organizing thoughts.

“What thoughts did you organize?”

“I think I’ve been obsessively focused on work all this time.”

As this didn’t fit with the Kyron I knew, I looked at him with wide, surprised eyes.

“I’m planning to take a break period for a while. At home.”

“…”

I couldn’t manage any response. I just blinked with my mouth open.

A break period? Was the need for rest what he learned from this trip? Was the rest during the isolation too sweet?

“It seems I’ve been missing important things while only focusing on work.”

“What things…?”

I asked back in a dazed state.

What could be important to this man besides work?

Kyron didn’t give me an answer. He remained silent. As always, he was a person who never told me anything.

I could only guess on my own.

Has something become more important than the ‘kill the half-brother’ project he originally planned?

“Then what about the work you originally intended to do?”

Who’s going to play the villain if you change your priorities?

“Isn’t it important? Important enough to stake everything on?”

“It’s not that important.”

I sensed that something was going awry.

“That shouldn’t be!”

I shouted without realizing it. Kyron’s eyes narrowed.

“Do you know what I’ve been doing?”