Sickly? Husband’s Contractual Wife

Chapter 65

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Chapter 65

I instinctively took a step back. One step. Another step. But the distance narrowed right away with him stepping forward only once.

“……”

Amoide was right in front of me. My chest, which rose and fell in anxiety, was so close to touching his.

I sought for an escape route right away, looking at my sides. If I can’t step backward, then the only choice left is sideways.

Thud.

But my escape route was blocked by his outstretched arms.

Ah, I can’t escape anymore.

The faint hope I had disappeared.

“Answer.”

I turned my gaze back to my husband, who was exuding that terrifying aura again.

I can’t. I really can’t. I can’t say it again even if I’m about to die.

‘Rather, son of a b*tch might have been better to say.’

This was something that shouldn’t have been done even if one was on the verge of dying. I looked away without saying anything.

“What did I say?”

It got so hot that I raised a hand and fanned myself.

“You don’t know what you just said?”

“I-I forgot.”

I tried to make a calm expression, but my eyes were twitching.

All my facial muscles were frozen, so it seemed to be too much of a task to act naturally.

First though, I diligently wracked my brain to find an excuse so that I could escape this situation.

“Oh, Amoide, I’m—I think I’m drunk, so…”

I started to mumble.

“Drunk?”

His voice was almost like a beast’s growl.

Heat emanated from the body that was so close to mine, blocking the moonlight with his broad back.

‘Why is he so warm?’

Did he have a fever? I suddenly felt panicked.

If he collapsed again because he drank with me, my neck could be hung in this mansion tomorrow.

“Amoide, wait a minute.”

I raised my hand and placed it over his forehead, then I raised my other hand and placed that on my forehead.

It’s… similar?

I wasn’t sure, but it seemed like there was little difference between the temperature of his forehead and mine.

But I was drunk so my body was warmer than usual to some extent, and so was his body.

It wasn’t scorching, but a pleasant heat that rose up.

I didn’t notice because we were sitting opposite each other a while ago, but he must be a little drunk—no this should be the case!

“What are you doing?”

He slapped off the hand I had on his forehead, and my shoulders shrunk down once again as he glared at me.

“It’s just…”

I hesitated, unable to speak frankly, pressured by his gaze.

“Amoide, I think you’re drunk.”

He narrowed his eyes and looked at me.

Even if he wouldn’t say it aloud, I knew that he was thinking, ‘What kind of trick is this now?’

I can read between the lines.

“…I’m not drunk.”

“No, I’m sure you’re drunk. That’s why you feel so warm.”

I raised my hand and held it over his cheek.

“See?”

The cheek that I touched was exceedingly hot.

Seeing that his cheeks were this heated, he must really also be drunk. It’s exactly that.

“If I’m drunk, then so what?”

“Um, you must have heard it wrong.”

“Heard what wrong?”

As he asked back, I smiled.

“Everything. It’s been a while since you drank, right? Then it’s possible that you hear things and see things that aren’t there. It’s like that sometimes.”

I patted him lightly on his shoulder.

“So, you don’t remember at all?”

He quickly grabbed my hand on his face and pulled it off.

“You can’t remember! You can’t!”

I struggled as I shouted at him, trying to retract my hand.

“You’re only saying that I can’t remember because you’re at a disadvantage!”

This time, he held me with a tighter grip as though he had no intention of letting go. At this, I almost surrendered.

We were tangled up now, turned over on the sofa. However, it was then that the winner was decided.

“You’re… such… a coward…”

I couldn’t breathe properly as I lay beneath his body.

The eyes looking up at him were boiling with anger.

“Where’s the strength you have that overpowers me?”

I shouted pointedly. It was no longer scary to be pinned down by a large body.

The drunkenness that still swirled in my head made my vision sway.

“You said you’re a knight, but what you’re doing is far from what a knight should.”

I didn’t know that my mouth would just go on without stopping. I thought twice about whether I should be doing this, but I heard another voice from within my heart.

‘Who cares?’

Yeah, it doesn’t matter anymore. There’s only one road to hell.

I’ve groveled enough. I’ve begged enough. I’ve apologized enough, and yet it was never enough to fill my stomach.

Even jammed sewers would feel less stuffy than this.

“Knight my foot! A rude man like you is the best knight in the country? The Commander of the Order of the Sun or whatever the hell the name of that order is? What an insult to knighthood. Do you even know?”

“In… sult?”

“Is the only criteria swinging a sword well? Huh? You look at people like they’re insects! What makes you so high and mighty!”

Each word I said made his expression change into something worth seeing, as though his face got soaked in water and was crumpled like paper.

With him being like this, something swelled up inside me like a balloon.

“You’re quite drunk.”

He tried to lift me up, but I struggled and squirmed as much as I could with my arms and legs together.

Even so, his strength didn’t let up at all.

“Am I the only one drunk? Huh?”

“Stop it.”

As if all the patience I had in me had reached rock bottom, I chewed and spat out each syllable with emphasis.

“Impotent! Impotent scumbag! Impotent as*hole!”

I shouted as though I was warding away evil.

“……”

“If you’re not really impotent, you wouldn’t act like this!”

I flapped my limbs like a duck.

“…I told you to stop.”

At that moment, cold air flowed between us.

“You’re not… impotent?”

With all rationality leaving my senses, I laughed. My body and mind had already transcended common sense.

“…No.”

He said this with his teeth clenched.

“Then prove it.”

I tilted my head to the side and spoke with curiosity.

At that moment, his eyes gleamed dangerously, but I was too far gone to feel any danger.

Rationality, control—such notions had long since been erased from my head.

People often call this condition with this term.

Unfounded fearlessness.

“Really?”

At that moment, his blue eyes shone like a beast’s, and it was the same moment that I felt that something was wrong.

“Mmh!”

My lips were swallowed by him before I could even think.

“Mm… mmph!”

An intense sensation spread throughout my body, a feeling that made me believe that all my breath would be taken away.

Everything was heated, I felt suffocated. Even as I was being pressed down, it was like I was floating up.

The motions that were out of sync earlier now moved as one. If he pushes, I’ll pull. And when he pulls…

And so we were intertwined for a long time. When it felt like forever and we separated from each other, we were both quite a sight to see.

With our hair a mess and my eyes wet, our bodies heated up and my forehead sweating as I touched it—

His eyes were asking a question. What was it that we were talking about.

Ah, so…

“…I don’t think this can prove it.”

As I was still gasping for air, I said this.

“What?”

“How could I know if we only put our lips together?”

I twisted a little and then slipped my knee between his legs.

At that moment, he flinched as though he was a fish hit by a harpoon.

‘What’s wrong with him all of a sudden?’

I blinked a few times, confused by his incomprehensible reaction.

Then I looked up at him. Only to see that Amoide’s face was bright red.

He looked like a ripe peach. It was a color that made me want to take a bite.

I reached out and touched the peachy cheeks.

The firm, soft, hot skin was touched by my hand.

“……”

He was frozen, only looking at my action in shock.

He did not move at all, as if his body was as stiff as a log.

And I distinctly saw how the color of his cheeks under my hand turned darker.

Seeing this, I burst into laughter.

Even if I tried to hold it in, it was so hard to hold back the mirth that had already escaped, so I couldn’t stop laughing.

“Why are you laughing?”

Rather than being scared of the scowling face, he’s…

“Cute.”

I pinched his cheek slightly. Being a man with as large a physique as he did, I couldn’t be more gleeful about seeing him be so swept away by emotion.

“Ah, so cute.”

I repeated it again, and the next moment, his expression was something I don’t think I’d ever seen before.

He looked as though time had temporarily stopped for him because he was in too much shock.

Perhaps it was because of the same shock, but the same strength that held my other hand was slightly loosened.

His lips, which seemed to have hardened like rocks, moved.

But if I just let him be, I’d hear the same words as always.

I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck.

“What is it? ‘Get lost’ again?”

So before I hear that once more…

“……!”

I’ll just block it.

As I tightened my embrace around him, I pulled him down towards me.

Then, with him helplessly drawn in, our lips overlapped.

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