Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 215

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My cheeks burned.
More fervent, sharper stares than at the Domel auction.
‘He’s going to stare holes through my face.’
Fession was no longer bothering to hide his displeasure, radiating a cold that could freeze water.
People who had been rushing toward him with delight now coughed awkwardly and turned away.
It felt as though the temperature had dropped in that corner alone.
“Thank goodness it’s not winter, right?”
“…….”
Ciel stared at me in bewilderment as I absorbed Fession’s passionate animosity without flinching.
“What on earth did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You didn’t do anything, and Fession’s acting like that?”
Noel, who had arrived late, kept examining me with worried eyes.
“Are you all right?”
All right? Quite the opposite—I was delighted.
The way he couldn’t stop thinking about me, desperate to do something about it, was amusing.
“Want to move over that way?”
“Huh?”
Even when I shifted positions, his gaze followed. Fession seemed to have eyes only for me.
“This is ridiculous.”
To be so visibly bothered, so consumed with irritation—and to insist it had nothing to do with me? I found that absurd.
What a fool.
I still didn’t know what Fession was truly thinking, but in this moment, what occupied his mind was crystal clear to me.
‘He wants to grab me and kill me.’
Because I’m so unbearably annoying!
But this is the Sperom Party Hall, not some back alley—he can’t make a scene here.
So he can do nothing.
Nothing but glare at me.
‘Ah, this is the best stress relief.’
To onlookers, I was probably that unfortunate lady who’d fallen out of the Crown Prince’s favor, her future dimmed. But my spirits soared.
Now that I thought about it, it was true.
This satisfaction of repaying old grievances.
Yes, this was revenge—for arbitrarily changing my diet, for dragging me out when I didn’t want to leave, for forcing me into the sunlight!
Our eyes met again, and Fession’s brow furrowed. I let out a laugh.
How delightful to watch someone dislike me so openly.
Master, your disciple has awakened to a new world today.
“Why are you grinning like that? What’s so funny?”
“Fession can’t take his eyes off me.”
“Well… that’s true.”
“That’s what makes it so entertaining.”
I giggled, and the Demon Twins looked at me with open confusion.
“Doesn’t it hurt your feelings?”
“Mm, this much is fine.”
Compared to what Mother gave me.
“…….”
But why did the twins seem so displeased?

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The Foundation Festival party held at Sperom Manor was always crowded.
Since House of Sperom controlled Albrecht’s commerce tightly, the criteria for guest selection was correspondingly stringent.
Regardless of rank, they selected the most important people from those connected to House of Sperom based on criteria such as assets, business vision, and potential—a practice that became known as “Sperom’s Standard” and appeared yearly in the economic section of Albrecht Times under the headline “This Year’s Important Figures.”
It was something like Albrecht’s economic elite gathering.
But there was one presence that overshadowed all such gossip.
“Why is the Crown Prince in such a foul mood?”
“I haven’t the faintest idea. Could there be tension with the Sperom sons……?”
Among those trying desperately to seize the opportunity at this invaluable gathering, and those solidifying existing connections, no one dared approach Fession, the future of this nation.
Everyone understood.
‘One wrong step today and you’re finished.’
If the ill-tempered Crown Prince so much as took a dislike to you, the party would become a funeral home in an instant.
Fession, the source of this lethal atmosphere that should have been joyful, was instead fixed on one person alone.
Arelin, who didn’t seem to sense the tension at all, kept grinning.
As hosts responsible for keeping the party’s mood alive, the Sperom twins had other duties to attend to, but Ciel and Noel simply observed the silent exchange of pressure between them.
‘That manner, that attitude—how could anyone not recognize her?’
Merely placing his hand on Arelin’s shoulder made Fession’s eyebrow twitch.
Though Arelin didn’t seem to notice yet.
As Ciel’s expression wavered between laughter and tears, Noel, who was watching Fession, finally asked a question.
“When are Sirua and Terion coming?”
“Terion said he’s not coming, and Sirua… well, who knows when.”
“Should we go try to stop Fession?”
Ciel shook his head firmly.
“Leave it. That’d be pouring gasoline on a fire.”
“I suppose…….”
Then Arelin suddenly rubbed her stomach.
“I’m hungry. Bring me something from over there.”
“Why don’t you go get it yourself?”
“If I move now, I lose.”
“Arelin, you’re really something.”
“What?”
“Nothing, keep doing what you’re doing. Might as well win while you’re at it.”
Ciel dutifully fetched food for Arelin and handed it to her, and when their eyes met Fession’s, he smirked.
Fession’s expression twisted again.
“Glad today’s party isn’t a banquet or tea party.”
“Agreed…….”
The twins hadn’t failed to anticipate Fession’s volatile reaction.
What they hadn’t expected was that Fession would simply stare, coldly—not leave in disgust, not approach and say anything, just stand there silently watching.
“What is this?”
There’s clearly something… something there.
The twins shifted their gaze. Unlike Fession, who was turning the party into a funeral, there was one person who looked happier than anyone else.
“What are you two whispering about?”
“Mm.”
Noel finally broke the silence.
“Arelin, are you really sure the Crown Prince didn’t recognize you?”
“Stop using that weird nickname. I said yes, didn’t I?”
Arelin smiled brightly.
Even now, Noel thought: ‘She’s really learned to smile well.’ As a child, she never smiled, and seeing that expressionless face had been so difficult.
The twins could feel the change in Arelin through and through, though she insisted she hadn’t changed at all.
The young Arelin they remembered never smiled like this, never brimmed with such vitality.
‘She’s still indifferent to what doesn’t interest her, I suppose…….’
Whether she didn’t know, didn’t care, or was pretending not to know.
Seeing Arelin not understand even when Noel spoke plainly, he pouted and grew dejected.
Fession’s gaze remained fixed on Arelin, but she saw only one person.
Watching her regard him with eyes so full of affection honey would drip from them, looking at him alone with such devotion—it inevitably made the heart ache.
There was no way to pierce through that heart.
He’d known it all along.
“The plan where Noel comforts a heartbroken Arelin from Fession’s rejection and takes the spot beside her looks like a failure.”
“I told you I didn’t like that plan.”
“But it’s a classic, so let’s try it, you said. Who would’ve thought Arelin had this much strength.”
Ciel swallowed a groan.
The twins sighed as they watched Arelin, unbothered by Fession’s sharp gaze, laughing and enjoying herself.
“What kind of fifteen years did she go through?”

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Fession’s eyebrows shot upward.
The woman talking with Ciel burst into laughter again.
What was so amusing?
The twins seemed to have no interest in actually enjoying the party; they barely went through the motions of hosting before attaching themselves entirely to the woman, never leaving her side.
And that kept grating on his nerves.

“Well then, see you next time.”

Had it been a mistake not to say she’d never see him again when she vanished like that at the Domel auction?
Or was it foolish to have chased after her when she slipped away while he wasn’t watching?
He’d followed because he was irritated—to see what scheme she’d try next. Nothing more.
Not concern. Not worry.
The sullen expression when she’d been disrespectful to him, and that pale face smiling at him back then…….
“Damn it.”
Fession’s mood plummeted.
It became inexplicably foul.
“Even the twins now…….”
She’d said see you next time—was that what she’d meant? The way the twins were stuck to her was ridiculous.
What exactly had fooled them into clinging to her like that?
He tried to think it through, but exhaustion and sleepless nights left his mind sluggish.
All he could see…….
was the twins, still clinging to her. And the counterfeit.
Damn it, how much longer would those three stay stuck together?

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