Villain, Let Me Touch You! - Chapter 11
I gazed at Helios. Despite my touch lowering his fever significantly after a few times, he was deeply asleep to the point where he wouldn’t notice if someone lifted him up.
“I’ll take over. Please go back to your room and get some rest,” said Vincenzo. He had been hovering over us this whole time.
“No, Vincenzo, you should go out and take a break,” I replied. “You look pretty shaken up.”
Vincenzo gently rubbed the back of his neck, looking a bit sheepish. “I was a little… surprised earlier.”
I was taken aback. I hadn’t expected him to be so open. Vincenzo was skilled at displaying a wide range of emotions and expressions, but there was one emotion he concealed very carefully—it was his concern for Helios that weighed heavily on his mind. He said it was because he hated Helios, but it was out of respect that he hid his worry.
Vincenzo treated Helios just as he did when he used to glow with health. That’s why Helios would comfortably confide in Vincenzo about feeling unwell. It was because Vincenzo didn’t excessively worry or pity Helios.
Vincenzo looked like he was going to cry as he recounted how dire Helios’ condition was before I arrived. To think that not only did he collapse, but he couldn’t even feel his heartbeat…
If it were me, I might have fainted before even calling for the royal physician.
“You did well, Vincenzo.” I smiled at him, not saying anything else. “Take a moment to rest. Get something to eat.”
“And what about you, Miss Rienna?”
“We never know when His Highness might fall ill again. I’ll stay by his side just for today.”
After a moment of contemplation, Vincenzo responded, “I’ll bring water and some snacks.”
Vincenzo didn’t explicitly say he’d stay in my place. He acknowledged that it was the attending physician who could best care for the patient. With a slight nod, Vincenzo left the room. Only then did I heave a deep sigh, releasing the tension from my face.
Sometime in the past, whenever Helios fell ill, the people of the Crown Prince’s court would look at me rather than at him. They gauged Helios’s condition through my expressions. If I looked serious, they became serious too, but if I managed a relaxed smile, they’d feel relieved and carry on with their tasks. From that moment on, I had been managing my expressions even when Helios was unwell.
It’s been a long time since I’ve looked as worried as I did today.
I couldn’t help it, I know. I really thought he was going to die.
Would there be a fan who could remain calm when their bias was suffering cardiac arrest? None. If someone could, they wouldn’t be a fan. I tenderly stroked Helios, who had become slightly disheveled in that short time. Thankfully, no ominous words flashed in my mind this time.
But what was that just now, really?
I remembered the Helios’s heat dissipating at my touch. I wonder if I’ve gained a new ability. Now that would be great.
If I’m going to be transmigrated, at least give me a power boost.
I stared at the ceiling and begged. If there was an author or god who put me here, he should be good to me. There were plenty of reasons why they should. First, I didn’t resent them for ripping me from my previous life when I transmigrated here. Second, I hadn’t written down what I remembered so as not to spoil the original story. And third…
Huh, I thought I had more reasons, but I guess I only had two.
Is that why they only gave me two powers?
It’s not a sure thing, so we’ll see.
The sight of Helios’s relaxed face calmed me. Sleep came quickly. I groggily slumped down on the bed, and my consciousness slowly drifted away.
“Good night, sweet dreams,” I mumbled, relaxing my body.
With a soft tug, I felt Helios’s hand at my fingertips.
