The Abandoned and Terminally Ill Lady Married a Monster - Chapter 46
Chapter 46
‘What’s he doing?’
Kin held my hand, guiding it like it was his own. I watched, puzzled by his intentions. He used my hand to spear a piece of fruit before releasing it. Still confused, I looked at him. Kin tapped his lips with his finger and said, “Feed me.”
To further emphasize his point, he removed the hand propping up his chin and brought his face closer to mine. Had I heard wrong? I was questioning my hearing when Kin added, “Hmm? Come on.”
He coaxed me with a playful pout and a teasing smile.
‘He’s lost it.’
This wasn’t the Kin I knew. He must have suffered a serious head injury on the battlefield. Determined not to be swayed, I turned my head and brought the fruit Kin had speared with my hand to my own mouth.
My initial goal of initiating the divorce conversation faded further into the recesses of my mind. It was all Kin’s fault. He smacked his lips, looking disappointed.
“Not happening.”
‘Not what happening?’
I began to doubt whether this brazen man before me was truly the Kin of my memories. Kin shrugged and began eating with his own hand. I pouted and shook my head at him. Now that he was eating, I assumed he’d stop feeding me. I was wrong. Unable to refuse, I continued to eat until I reached my limit. I frantically grabbed Kin’s wrist and shook my head rapidly.
“Why? Eat more. You need to eat more.”
‘I’m going to explode!’ I was the one eating, but he was the one who seemed disappointed. “Just a little more,” he pleaded, gazing longingly at my lips. When my mouth refused to open, he finally set the fork down.
“What would you like to drink? And what about dessert?” he asked, naturally wiping my mouth with a napkin. His actions were so seamless that I couldn’t protest. Finally swallowing the last bite, I scrunched up my face and exclaimed, “I’m going to burst!”
Normally, I would have mumbled an excuse instead of making a face, but I was too full to care. More than that, being around Kin made me feel incredibly comfortable, just like it always had. Just like yesterday. Kin’s eyes widened in surprise.
“With just this much?” All I could do was nod.
“You’re too thin.” He repeated his earlier statement with a grave expression. His handsome, aristocratic features contorted in such seriousness made it seem as if he were witnessing the imminent collapse of a nation. The bizarre juxtaposition prompted me to argue, “I’m not thin! I ate half of this food. How can you say ‘just this much’?”
“My goal was to feed you all of it.” His words made my face fall. ‘How could anyone eat all of this?’ I shot a disapproving look at Kin, who was harboring such terrifying thoughts. He frowned, looking hurt.
“You need to eat more so we can play more.” I’d never heard of such a correlation between eating and playing.
I countered Kin’s absurd logic, “We can play plenty even if I don’t eat a lot. I feel like I’m going to die if I eat any more of this.”
Desperate to escape Kin’s relentless campaign of feeding me desserts and other things, I voiced my opinion. But it seemed I’d chosen my words poorly. Kin smiled enigmatically and gently brought a lock of my hair to his lips, kissing it softly. “Then my wife will be able to play with me plenty tonight, too.”
“W-what are you talking about?!”
“I seem to have underestimated my wife.”
Horrified by Kin’s suggestive words, I snatched my hair away from his grasp. As he started to inch closer, I blurted out, “Sh-shouldn’t you be working? I heard you just became Grand Duke. You must be very busy at a time like this, right? I mean, you must be. You have to be, right?” I emphasized the words “very” and “busy.”
But Kin remained unmoved by my rambling persuasion. His lips hovered tantalizingly close to my forehead. The proximity tickled as he spoke. “I’ve been busy so I could marry you. I don’t really care what happens to my work now. Besides, it’s our honeymoon. Who makes a newlywed groom work?”
‘You’re a Grand Duke before you’re a newlywed. What nobleman takes frivolous holidays right after his marriage?’
I wanted to voice my thoughts, but the close proximity of him stifled me. A loud heartbeat thudded in my ears—mine or his, I couldn’t tell. His teasing words ended with a soft press of his lips against my forehead.
Kin’s hand tilted my chin upward. His touch was light, and I could have easily turned away, yet I felt inexplicably trapped. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine.
“If my wife wishes to play, she can play anytime.”
“….”
“I’d much rather put aside work and enjoy my wife’s company.”
His blue eyes, the color of an autumn sky, held me captive. His fingers traced a slow path from my cheek to the corner of my eye.
“What shall we do, hmm?”
The question, the gentle request for my opinion, snapped me back to reality. I turned my head, breaking free from his touch. Kin, seemingly anticipating my move, withdrew his hand without hesitation. Avoiding his gaze, I replied,
“…Go back to work.”
“Ah, so cruel.”
Kin dramatically drooped his eyes, feigning a wounded sigh. I pretended not to notice, focusing on calming my racing heart.
