When Your Secret Crush Wizard Took a Love Potion - Chapter 97
“Are you feeling very unwell? Can I help?”
Edgar’s shoulders shivered as he hobbled towards his bedroom.
“No, it’s just a mild upset stomach. I’ll feel better if I lie down. I really am fine, so please don’t do anything more for me.”
Before I could respond, he slipped into his bedroom, leaving me feeling a bit hurt. It seemed like he was saying I couldn’t even be concerned for him.
“What’s wrong with him…?”
As I muttered to myself, the golem, who had been hanging around nearby, pointed to the remnants of the gratin I had made and shook its head disapprovingly.
“What? Edgar said he was fine.”
Embarrassed and flushed, I muttered defensively, only to realize a moment later.
Oh, I see. Edgar had eaten every bit of the terrible-tasting dish as if he was savoring it, even though it was clearly inedible.
‘It seems like he got an upset stomach because of me.’
Once that thought sank in, my earlier frustration vanished, replaced by a deep sense of guilt and an overwhelming concern that far exceeded any I had felt before. I chewed on my lips anxiously, pacing back and forth.
“Let’s see. It should be around here somewhere.”
A good idea suddenly popped into my head. It was a potion I had developed for a client who couldn’t go on long journeys or outings due to irritable bowel syndrome. The potion effectively cleared the bowels and resolved digestive issues.
The client, who had been thrilled with the freedom to manage their bowel movements every three days, even gave me a generous additional reward. This meant the potion was highly effective.
Although Edgar typically preferred natural recovery methods, I thought it unnecessary to endure discomfort when I had a magical, perfectly effective solution at hand.
“I found it!”
Ecstatic, I stood at the door of Edgar’s bedroom with the magical remedy in hand. I knocked a couple of times, but there was no response. Worried that he might already be asleep, I cautiously turned the door handle.
I didn’t often enter Edgar’s bedroom, so each time I did, I felt a bit nervous. As I stood hesitantly by the door, what caught my attention was the wide-open window. The faint red sunset outside was beautiful, but that wasn’t the problem.
“Not covering yourself with a blanket and leaving the window wide open. What are you doing?”
In the cold mountain climate, leaving the window open like this was reckless unless one intended to catch a cold. I looked down at Edgar lying on the bed and closed the open window.
“Were you trying to air the room?”
As I sniffed, I thought I detected a faint, peculiar smell. It wasn’t unpleasant or particularly foul, more of a faint, fishy odor… something I felt I had smelled before but couldn’t quite place.
I decided to set aside the unrecognized smell and cover Edgar with the blanket. His clothes were rumpled, indicating he had been restless. My gaze inevitably fell on his thighs, which were unusually prominent.
“Edgar, are you asleep?”
There was still no response. I swallowed a dry gulp unconsciously. Before my rational mind could process it, my body moved and settled next to him.
The warmth and softness of his body. Although I had dreamed of it several times, it had been quite a while in reality. As I observed Edgar’s long, lush eyelashes resting on the white sheets, I slowly took his hand and placed it on my waist.
Even though I often complained about how bothersome and frustrating he was, I always felt good when he held me close while sleeping. I remembered the times he would hug me tightly, like a spineless mollusk, and shower me with kisses.
“Idiot.”
Even as I playfully pinched his cheek to make him feel pain, his serene expression remained unchanged, and his soft, pliant skin just stretched.
The rhythmic, calm breathing of someone else filled the room.
If he was to wake up, I would see those amethyst-colored eyes glinting with a pinkish hue, whispering love to me countless times…
“Wake up, Chloe.”
It seemed I had dozed off briefly. The hand shaking me jolted me awake. As I rubbed my sleepy eyes and looked up, Edgar’s face.
The face was so cold and detached unlike ever before, staring back at me.
