When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 89
No matter how much he avoids looking at me, I wonder if he truly dislikes me now, to the point where he doesn’t even want to see me?
“Edgar, look at me.”
“What?”
I grabbed his elbow and pulled him, but Edgar only turned his head towards me with a puzzled expression, still refusing to make eye contact.
Edgar had been my strongest support, like a tree deeply rooted in the ground. He was a unique presence that couldn’t simply be defined as either affection or romantic interest.
To be shunned by him was driving me to the brink of anxiety.
“Look at me properly. Don’t avoid your eyes.”
Forgetting the awkwardness we had shared, I urgently grabbed his face. As I forcefully pulled him towards me, Edgar’s eyes were on the verge of twitching uncontrollably.
He looked like someone who had encountered a horrifying creature, unsure of what to do, and raised his voice.
“D-don’t do this, Chloe. I still need time!”
It was the first time Edgar had expressed his true feelings since taking the antidote. At first, I didn’t understand, but later realized how he truly felt about me.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?”
I had been naively deceived despite knowing better.
I had thought, like a character in a fairy tale, that even after waking from the effects of the potion, he would still love me. I believed that our bond would remain strong, and that he wouldn’t genuinely hate me. It was indeed a foolish thought.
“You’re saying I’m making you uncomfortable right now.”
His lack of response after I had said it twice made me even more hurt. It was really too much. Seeing his amethyst-colored eyes, which seemed to glance at me only to quickly turn away to the floor, only made me angrier.
“Fine. I don’t want to see Edgar either! If that’s the case, I don’t need to look at you!”
I shouted and stormed back to the bedroom, slamming the door shut.
Beyond the closed door, I could sense Edgar lingering. I hoped, perhaps in vain, that he might come after me, but he eventually walked away without waiting. Nothing seemed to go right.
I had firmly believed it would be this way.
Yes, I couldn’t keep living with this awkwardness forever. So how long was I supposed to wait for him to come to a conclusion? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? A week from now? I felt that even waiting a month would drive me mad, but Edgar seemed incapable of hurrying.
Well, considering he was friends with a thousand-year-old dragon and was about five hundred years old himself, it made sense that his sense of time was different from mine.
The mere thought of it was frustrating.
“Honestly, people can’t be bold. Fool! Idiot! Pervert!”
I had always thought of him as a rational teacher, but what was this attitude? I had hoped he would still like me even after waking from the potion’s effects, but being subjected to this hope torture was far more painful.
It would be better if he just clearly expressed his feelings—whether he liked me or not.
Angry, I threw a punch at the innocent pillow and made a mess on the bed, when something faintly sparkling on the floor caught my eye. Squinting to get a closer look, I saw a strand of golden hair.
‘Strange. I should have washed the bedding the night before we left the cabin…’
As soon as I thought of it, I remembered who the owner of that hair must be.
It was the past Edgar, who had come into my bedroom uninvited and had been shaking his vile member while I was sleeping peacefully. He must have shed his hair on the floor in that chaos. I was so preoccupied with washing the blanket that I hadn’t had time to clean the floor.
When I barely managed to open my drowsy eyes, I was shocked to see him pleasuring himself holding the horrifying object coated with a white, slimy liquid. The reason the bedding had to be washed in the first place was because he had caused a mess.
Furious, I had told him that from now on, he was banned from entering my bedroom, and I remembered his unusual, tearful face. He had babbled nonsense about dying from loneliness if we were apart.
Back then, Edgar’s reckless behavior had seemed like a tiresome and challenging burden, but now, I felt like I could have cherished him much more.
It’s surprising, but Edgar, under the love potion’s influence, was so different from the teacher I knew. With his cheeks flushed and constantly confessing his love in a way I had never heard before, he resembled a boy going through his first adolescence.
“I’m sorry for acting like a child and being annoying with my childish stubbornness. I’m sorry for bothering you. I don’t want to see you getting along with other people.”
