I Abandoned the Male Lead Who Cheated with the Villainess - Chapter 118
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‘Ah… right. I drank the wine…’
It had only been one glass of wine, yet the world had spun so violently.
‘Maybe it was stronger than it seemed.’
Or perhaps Ivonne’s body was just particularly sensitive to alcohol. Come to think of it, since entering this body, she hadn’t consumed any alcohol before. And now she had drained an entire glass in one go—no wonder she had gotten tipsy.
‘How could I be defeated by just one glass of wine?’
It was almost amusing, but now that she knew her limit, she could be more cautious next time.
‘I’m so thirsty.’
As Ivonne looked around for a water pitcher, she heard a voice.
“…Ivonne? You’re awake?”
It was Isaac’s voice. She started for a moment but then relaxed when she saw him.
‘Is it night already?’
His usual beige hair seems darker, but there was no time to dwell on that. He immediately shared something shocking.
“Thank goodness. Do you know how worried I was? If you were that exhausted, you should’ve said something. You’ve been unconscious for a whole week. If I’d known, I never would’ve given you that drink.”
A whole week. She had been unconscious for an entire week.
Ivonne’s mind was spinning. It felt like her consciousness hadn’t fully settled back into her body yet, making it hard to process everything. She didn’t even notice that Isaac’s beige hair, which had seemed unusually dark before, now looked back to its normal shade.
“A w-week?”
Was what she just heard true? Was this all just a dream? How could this even happen?
‘How could drinking one glass of wine leave me unconscious for a whole week?!’
No matter how sensitive her body was to alcohol, this was absurd. But as Ivonne grappled with the confusion, Isaac handed her a glass of water, offering an explanation that seemed to make sense.
“Sometimes, the more magic a person possesses, the less they can handle alcohol.”
“Wh-what?”
As Ivonne awkwardly sat up and sipped her water, she quickly swallowed and asked again.
“You’re saying there’s a link between magic and alcohol?”
“Hmm. I don’t know all the details, but I’ve heard that the previous Southern Tower Master, another ancient wizard, couldn’t handle alcohol at all. They said just smelling wine could make him tipsy, and there weren’t even aperitifs served at any of the banquets they attended. Maybe you’re the same?”
“That’s…”
“I’m not like that, so I didn’t consider it. I’m really sorry.”
As Ivonne stared blankly into space, too stunned to even think about drinking more water, Isaac gently tapped the bottom of the glass, encouraging her to drink. With a vacant expression, Ivonne finally took a sip. Despite everything, her throat burned with thirst, and the sensation of cool water sliding down her throat felt oddly sharp.
After a brief pause to calm herself, Ivonne spoke in a voice heavy with despair.
“So… has it really been a whole week? Since… that day?”
She was referring to the day she had planned to return to the estate. Isaac, looking slightly conflicted and regretful, hesitated before nodding.
“Yeah… It has. I actually considered moving you back to the Tens Mansion, but that seemed too risky.”
“…”
“You collapsed for an unknown reason at the time. I hadn’t figured out yet that it might’ve been the alcohol conflicting with your magic. And with the stress from Count Ulfest, you were exhausted.”
Isaac continued, offering his explanation as if to justify his actions.
“Anyway, I thought that using magic on someone who had passed out without knowing the cause could make things worse, so I decided to take care of you here instead.”
“Oh… thank you. I’m sorry for all the trouble.”
“Come on, don’t say that. It’s my fault. Plus, I didn’t know if anyone was at the Tens Mansion. You did mention there was someone living with you, but you never know, right?”
He was clearly referring to Rix, the man she lived with. Normally, Ivonne might have responded with a simple ‘Rix?’ but she was too disoriented to focus on that right now.
“So I’ve just been waiting, day after day.”
Even in her current foggy state, Ivonne couldn’t help but notice how excited Isaac seemed as he spoke.
It was strange. His voice carried the enthusiasm of someone who had just had a thrilling experience. How could he seem so delighted, even after his colleague had collapsed and remained unconscious for an entire week?
‘This is strange… No matter how much I think about it, too many things don’t add up.’
But among all the strangeness, the oddest thing was the deep sense of defeat Ivonne felt within herself. There was no real reason for her to feel this overwhelming sense of loss, and yet her chest ached, and she was flooded with a strong dislike for herself.
What could this emotion possibly be?
‘Is it because I was so sure that Isaac couldn’t do anything to me? But… it wasn’t even Isaac’s fault that I passed out after drinking.’
Despite everything, she felt a burning resentment toward Isaac—a deep, sticky hatred like she’d never felt before. Ivonne fought to control the violent rage bubbling up inside her.
Her throbbing headache had faded, but now her chest felt tight, and she found herself sighing heavily, as if she had a sudden case of emotional exhaustion. Her feelings were all over the place, swinging wildly like a pendulum.
But that wasn’t the important thing right now.
“Anyway, I understand. I need to head back for now. Things must be a mess over there.”
Ivonne swung her legs off the makeshift bed, preparing to leave.
“I didn’t leave any word for Rix. No note, no message… He’s probably filed a missing person’s report by now.”
