When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 33
The cabin was as dark as midnight, unlit and clouded by a thick fog outside. Only a dim, murky light filtered through the cracks, casting shadows on the man standing tall before me.
Facing Edgar in silence felt like stepping back in time. It wasn’t strange. After all, the potion had made him unusually affectionate, but fundamentally, we were just teacher and student, maintaining a proper distance.
If the potion’s effects had worn off, we were merely returning to our original dynamic.
Yet, for some reason, my throat felt incredibly dry.
“I’m sorry.”
He said in a low voice, jolting me awake. Before I could even process what I heard, Edgar hurriedly continued.
“I hated that those annoying tagalongs disrupted the special time meant to be just for us. That’s why I acted out.”
His sudden apology left me dazed. My mind was struggling at my rationality when I realized it was his plea for forgiveness. As I remained silent, he spoke faster.
“I’m sorry for behaving like a child, for my petty stubbornness and causing you trouble.”
“Are you serious?”
“Do you want me to be honest?”
Edgar stepped closer from near the window. The distance between us closed swiftly, and I faced not just a shadow from the past but the person before me.
“To be honest.”
His eyes are heavier and darker than usual beneath his thick lashes. I was speechless at the sight I had never seen before—Edgar’s eyes were moist, seemingly on the verge of tears.
“Chloe, I don’t want to see you getting along with others. I wish you would smile only for me, talk only with me, hold only my hand, and look only at me. I want it to be just us two, forever.”
His wet amethyst eyes seemed like they could overflow with the slightest touch.
His confession, like a child with a possessive longing, was absurdly unrealistic and foolish. Yet, why? For some reason, my heart fluttered. Seeing Edgar on the verge of tears for the first time stirred an indescribable whirl of emotions in my head.
“But if you hate it, I won’t do it again, Chloe.”
His long, knotty fingers interlocked with mine, threading through each digit.
“I won’t be greedy. So…”
Edgar’s voice trembled as he exhaled.
“Don’t leave me. Stay with me.”
Let’s stay together. It was a plea I never expected from the Edgar Blayden I knew.
My mind drifted to a distant memory:
“I saw a wedding for the first time today. It was fascinating.”
On our way back from a small village nestled in the mountain’s slope, our grocery shopping outing that day became quite special. The village was abuzz, celebrating a couple with applause and flower petals.
Marriage. The act of formally uniting with a chosen partner.
It was something I knew in principle, but witnessing such an event was entirely new to me. The setting wasn’t extravagantly decorated but was beautifully simple, filled with flowers and joy.
What struck me most were the bride and groom. The two people against the backdrop of the village church, dressed in their finest, radiating happiness and seeing only each other.
“Have you ever been married, Edgar?”
“No.”
As a rather unruly student, I noticed he never scolded me no matter what. Following him quietly after his indifferent reply, I blurted out thoughtlessly.
“What do you think it would be like if I married an ordinary human man?”
At that time, I was naively probing Edgar’s feelings. I was struggling with youthful, unrequited love. Perhaps if he showed even a slight disturbance, it might ignite a hope for my hopeless affection.
I had hoped that after all the years we’d spent together, he would at least express some regret or emptiness about the thought. It was a misconception.
“Well.”
The wind tousled Edgar’s blond hair and swept up the leaves around us. His familiar scent wafted towards me, tickling my nose.
