Villain, Let Me Touch You! - Chapter 47
Why was it so cold?
Even with the fireplace blazing, there was a chill in the air. The source of this chill was none other than Queen Demyr, who was staring at me with a piercing gaze.
She came to see me exactly 15 minutes ago, forcefully bursting through the door without a knock to find the ‘pink-haired one’.
Lying side by side with Helios, I was out of bed faster than a bullet. Helios himself remained entirely unperturbed. He said a quick hello to the Queen from the top of the bed, then climbed down and straightened the sheets.
Something he hardly ever does!
Demyr looked back and forth between Helios and me, then sighed. Gazing at the ceiling, she shook her head like she had caught her son sneaking his girlfriend into an empty house. It was the kind of look you give when you can’t scold your son because he’s a grown man but you couldn’t let it slide either, so you feel obligated to lecture him about not crossing the line before marriage but you can’t because his girlfriend was also in the room.
But she’s never regarded Helios as her son in the novel, so what’s with her expression being so loaded?
You’ve got it all wrong.
However, misunderstandings weren’t necessarily bad. After all, I needed Demyr’s permission for the engagement.
It’ll seem like we’re passionately in love.
Seeing us lying side by side on the bed, she wouldn’t oppose, would she? Although I was terrified of the vitriol she could unleash, I saw it as a silver lining.
After some awkward greetings, we sat down in the parlor with tea between us. From then until now, precisely 15 minutes had passed, and nobody had spoken. Helios occasionally poked my thigh or hand absentmindedly, and Demyr just glared at me.
It wasn’t polite to ask why I, a lowly commoner, was here. So I remained silent and sipped my fragrant yet flavorless tea, feeling Demyr’s thorny gaze all over me.
“You’re the only one with pink hair.”
Demyr had shown peculiar interest in my pink hair since earlier.
Does she have a thing for the color pink?
I stroked my hair and replied, “Yes, Your Majesty. My hair color is a bit unusual.”
Demyr placed her teacup down without a word. It was typical of her to be so blatantly dismissive.
“Are you his doctor?”
“No, not really,” Helios answered for me.
Have I just been non-existent this entire time? Even if we haven’t had much contact with one another, it was disappointing that, despite being the famed doctor who healed Helios’s incurable disease, she didn’t seem to know me.
“She’s the doctor, Rienna Harris.”
She knew the name correctly.
“She quit,” said Helios.
They exchanged words about me, centered around me—including some highly inaccurate information.
Clearly, after the imprinting, I tore up the resignation letter, and Helios repeatedly said to stay at the Prince’s Palace. So, my designation as his personal physician should hold, yet he claims I’m not his doctor.
“Um, Y-your Highness, I did not. I’m still a doctor.”
I tried to tell him while keeping my lips unmoving and plastered into a smile. I didn’t want Demyr to catch wind of our discreet conversation.
“Not a doctor? I know, Rienna. You’re not a doctor.” Helios, however, wasn’t helping.
During breakfast, even with a mouthful of food, he understood me perfectly fine. Why not now?
“If you’re not a doctor, what right do you have to stay here, especially in the Crown Princess’s chambers?”
Demyr’s gaze sharpened. It felt like if I lied, my hair would be plucked out like feathers from a chicken.
“You’re more clueless than I thought.” Helios chuckled, seemingly unfazed by Demyr’s intensity, then firmly grasped my hand. “Can’t you see? Rienna is the woman I’ll marry.”
Finally, his intentions became clear. To emphasize our personal relationship instead of our professional one, he claimed I wasn’t his doctor. It was just simple, bold-faced lying.
