I Got Engaged To The Blind Duke - Chapter 30
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I Got Engaged to a Blind Duke Episode 30
“Temporary is already mine.”
At Gerald’s words filled with possessiveness, Zero’s eyes lit up with an interesting expression. His reaction was much more entertaining than expected.
Meanwhile, Oliver’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Oho.”
“Oliver, throw that bastard out. You stay.”
“Yes.”
Oliver quickly came to his senses and poked Zero’s side repeatedly, making him flinch and back away.
“Wait, the deal isn’t finished yet.”
“It’s late at night. The Duke needs to rest. You should rest too, Zero.”
“I’ll go, I’ll go, so stop poking me.”
Knowing that Zero couldn’t stand being tickled, Oliver continued attacking his side.
“Please go quickly and sleep.”
“I told you to stop! Olive oil!”
“I’m Oliver Leon.”
Oliver smiled brightly and answered, completely unaffected by Zero’s name attack.
“I’m going, going.”
Zero kicked the door with his foot and left with a disgruntled face. The sound of Zero’s grumbling footsteps gradually faded away in the corridor.
“Oliver.”
“Yes, Duke.”
“Look into the author of the fairy tale book called The Grateful Crow.”
“Understood.”
“You may go now.”
“Yes. Please rest.”
The moment Oliver quietly closed the door and left, pain surged from his eyes again.
“Damn it.”
As soon as the pain started in his eyes, his other senses began raging as if they had been waiting.
The senses he had suppressed in anticipation of Zero making noise rebelled even more.
“Kay.”
“…”
Kay appeared before him and bowed down.
After hesitating for a moment, Gerald finally gave his order.
“…Get some Mandelesong and prepare it like Temporary does. And I command eternal silence about this matter.”
“…”
Kay hesitated for a moment, then bowed his head and disappeared.
He didn’t know how effective this would be, but as few people as possible had to know.
If that herb that didn’t even seem like a poisonous herb really had the effect of eliminating pain, then he would truly be receiving help from the one he had been teasing today.
Suddenly, the story of The Grateful Crow came to mind.
Was the crow her, or was it himself?
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“Snow Flower Princess and Seven Elves lived happily ever after while preparing for yet another adventure.”
She had adapted Snow White and Seven Dwarfs into an adventure story of Snow Flower Princess and Seven Elves. This fairy tale had many incidents and accidents, so it was a two-hour story.
Reading without rest had made her throat dry.
While sipping some water she had prepared in advance, Marine narrowed her eyes and observed the Duke.
‘Shouldn’t there be some crankiness like “Are there no books that don’t end with living happily ever after?”‘
It was quiet.
And the Duke had been very strange these past few days.
He obediently complied even when she put Mandelesong on his eyes, and when reading fairy tale books, he rarely found fault with them.
Suspicious, very suspicious.
A Duke who didn’t pick fights was unfamiliar.
Could it be that her lie had been discovered?
Marine approached the Duke with a wet towel, wearing an anxious expression.
“Here’s your wet towel.”
Marine no longer worried about whether he might wake up in the middle. She knew that the Duke would wake up the moment the fairy tale reading ended anyway.
After approaching near the Duke, she politely held out the wet towel with both hands. But today, unusually, he didn’t take the wet towel.
Even though the Duke always wiped his face directly with the wet towel.
“Temporary should do her job.”
The Duke’s tightly closed red lips slowly opened.
“Pardon?”
Marine widened her eyes and asked back.
“You said you’d wipe it for me, didn’t you?”
The Duke answered indifferently.
“Me?”
…When? Marine’s light green eyes trembled with bewilderment as she swallowed the rest of her words.
“Wasn’t that what you said at first?”
“Ah… Yes, I’ll do it.”
It was something she had said when first offering the wet towel, but she had forgotten. Of course, it was something she had said expecting the Duke to naturally refuse.
He had been so well-behaved these past few days. Was this how he was going to blindside her?
Marine removed the cloth with trembling fingers.
Green herb was smeared over the black string covering the Duke’s handsome forehead and around his eyes.
“I’ll, I’ll do it.”
Oliver had said that the Duke disliked being touched by others so much that he rarely even met with doctors.
What if she accidentally touched the Duke wrong and got sentenced to death?
Marine bit her lower lip hard and put strength into her fingers that were trembling like aspen leaves.
“Do it.”
“I really will do it.”
Marine, who spoke once more in a timid voice as if making a promise to herself, slowly reached her hand toward his face.
Just a little more strength, hand. Just a little more.
Contrary to the encouragement in her heart, her hand was advancing very, very slowly.
“Temporary.”
Her sluggish actions must have been frustrating.
The Duke grabbed her wrist holding the wet towel and placed it against his forehead with a thud.
It, it touched. Well, if you were going to do this, you should have just done it yourself.
Marine grumbled inwardly while delicately wiping his forehead.
As expected of the male protagonist. His straight forehead was truly beautiful.
Marine took one step closer to the Duke.
She wiped carefully and thoroughly while trying her best not to touch his body. He had skin whiter than the young ladies because he hadn’t seen sunlight for a long time.
If he doesn’t see sunlight for a long time, he’ll be deficient in vitamin D. I heard his diet is poor too. My employer needs to be healthy so I can receive my pay on time. That way I can earn a lot of money and create a happy future with Mom.
Her thoughts continued in a chain.
“Are you planning to peel off my skin entirely?”
“Ah, I’m sorry.”
Marine hurriedly moved away from him as if burned by fire.
Behind her as she organized the cloth and wet towel, the Duke opened his mouth.
“Temporary.”
“Yes.”
“Who’s the author of The Grateful Crow fairy tale book? Oliver says he can’t find it no matter how hard he looks.”
“Oh, I wrote that.”
Marine answered nonchalantly while continuing to tidy up.
“I see.”
His voice grew slightly louder as if surprised, but she didn’t notice.
Having finished tidying up, Marine grabbed the trolley handle and greeted him brightly.
“Then I’ll take my leave now.”
“Temporary.”
Just as she was about to turn around, he stopped her with his low voice.
“Yes.”
“…Tell me a wish.”
“Suddenly?”
Marine stared at him with bewildered eyes.
What? What’s with this random development?
The Duke, who had been leaning back leisurely in his chair, nodded slightly.
“A reward.”
“You’re suddenly giving me a reward?”
When Marine asked with wide eyes, he began counting numbers.
“10. 9. 8. 7…”
“Ah, no. Wait a moment, Duke. Give me some time to think…”
“6. 5. 4…”
“This is so sudden that I…”
Marine clasped her hands together and twisted them while frantically racking her brain.
Think quickly. This is an opportunity! I can’t miss this chance.
“3. 2…”
Isn’t he counting the numbers too fast?
“A walk!”
“1.”
Marine and the Duke shouted simultaneously.
Marine blurted out the words and then punched her own lips with a dazed expression.
What did I just say?
Die, my lips. Why did “walk” come out of there?
“A walk?”
“Well, I thought it would be good if Duke went for walks. Since you haven’t gone outside for a long time, going out to bright places right away wouldn’t be good for you, and it’s nighttime now… I thought you could try it little by little.”
Marine continued rambling while swallowing tears inwardly.
It was the result of her train of thought that had started with his pale skin and led to her own future spilling out of her mouth.
“Why?”
“Um, exercise?”
“Are you worried about my muscles?”
One corner of his mouth curved up crookedly.
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