My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 230

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Chapter 230
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“Hey, carrot!”
Twenty-year-old Alexandro Adis froze in place.
He turned around. The moment his eyes met the woman’s gaze, it felt as though sparks had ignited. Her eyes burned with such fierce intensity.
He stared at her in disbelief. A prisoner with such audacious spirit—it was almost laughable.
“I know the secret behind your carrot obsession!”
“….”
“And there’s your child inside my womb!”
At those words, Alexandro suppressed a laugh.
‘What is this mad woman talking about?’
He was young, burning with the fervent passion of youth. An age where one cannot ignore—nor wishes to ignore—the intrigue before one’s eyes.
It was the spring of his twentieth year.
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“You’re truly insufferable.”
The woman glared at him with exasperation in her eyes.
“Why are you so clever? Why is your memory so sharp?”
“Is that a problem?”
“It’s infuriating! How can you never forget something I’ve shown you just once? Absolutely infuriating.”
Infuriating, infuriating.
The woman muttered the words incessantly as she taught him a new character.
“This one reads as ‘lie.'”
“‘Lie.'”
“You’re good at this. Oh, and here’s a word that suits you perfectly. It’s about an orange vegetable. This one is ‘carrot.'”
“There’s no need to teach me such vulgar terminology.”
“Vulgar? You should apologize to carrot farmers this instant.”
“They are demons cultivating evil. They deserve divine punishment.”
“…Are you joking right now? I can never tell whether you’re serious or just being facetious.”
The woman grumbled as she helped him interpret the diary.
“Here, the next sentence is written like this: ‘My beloved whom I long for, will I ever see you again in this lifetime?’ This means….”
Alexandro stared intently at the woman as she explained, his chin resting on his hand.
This diary was a record she had written. That sentence was likely directed at her husband in another world.
Yet she spoke of such sensitive matters as casually as if reading someone else’s words.
‘Though she did claim it wasn’t written by her.’
She had spouted such absurd nonsense—that she was the child in the womb, his future adopted daughter.
“So, what do you think? No errors, right? I didn’t teach you anything wrong, did I?”
“So far, it seems accurate.”
“Are you starting to trust me now?”
“Not particularly.”
“That’s too much. I took an arrow for you to save your life! Look, it’s lodged deep in this spot right here.”
The woman leaned against his shoulder and spoke, but Alexandro Adis brushed her away with the back of his hand.
“It’s all your karma. If you hadn’t made me addicted to you, I wouldn’t have taken an arrow.”
She fell silent, glaring at him. Then she muttered something under her breath before rising from her seat.
“Where are you going?”
“The bathroom.”
“Go with the Knight Guards.”
“I can’t stand possessive men.”
“Shut up and go with them.”
Shortly after, the Maid approached.
“Alexandro Adis, here is the carrot juice you requested.”
“…What?”
His diary slipped from his hand.
Just then, the woman returned. She smiled brightly and spoke.
“You asked me to get it. I ran into the Maid on the way and asked her.”
“…”
“Did I do well?”
His hatred of carrots was a secret. He had no intention of revealing this weakness to anyone.
“You may go.”
“Yes.”
Once the Maid disappeared, Alexandro Adis thrust the carrot juice toward the woman.
“If you don’t want to die, you handle this.”
“Say ‘please handle it for me.'”
I should kill her.
He glared at the woman as though he might tear her apart. She burst into delighted laughter.
“Are you glaring like that just because you don’t want to drink carrot juice right now?”
The woman chattered away with unbridled glee.
“Oh my, if people found out that Alexandro Adis secretly throws away carrot juice because he hates it…”
“Damn brat.”
He muttered a curse. He held his breath and tilted the glass. He was about to drink it anyway.
“I was joking.”
The woman snatched the glass away.
“Don’t force yourself. I’ll drink it.”
In that moment, my heart clenched.
And it made no sense.
‘Why am I being moved by this?’
This entire situation was created by this woman in the first place. Alexandro Adis glared at her.
She was truly the worst.
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“I can’t sleep.”
It had been several days since they started sharing the same Bedroom. As the woman murmured in the darkness, Alexandro Adis answered with his eyes closed.
“Why?”
“I worry too much.”
“About what?”
“What if you stop taking care of me…”
“Still talking nonsense. Be quiet and sleep.”
The woman actually fell silent. Yet she continued to shift restlessly. After writhing about for some time, she began to study Alexandro Adis’s broad back.
Alexandro Adis felt the trajectory of her gaze with perfect clarity. Her eyes traced across his shoulders, slid down his back, and came to rest at his waist.
That gaze was so vivid it felt like a touch, and his body went rigid.
Don’t look at me like that.
He wanted to say it, but he restrained himself. He had to.
A moment later, the woman whispered.
“Alex.”
This time he didn’t answer. The familiar scent of her body already filled the room. With each breath, he caught the fragrance of her skin.
“Are you asleep?”
“…”
“Sleep well.”
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Theodore Azel, his old friend, had tried to poison him. The woman proved it by consuming the poison herself.
“Quite the woman. She drank poison knowing it could kill not only herself but the child in her womb.”
Largos clicked his tongue.
“Can you handle a woman like that, Alexandro Adis?”
“…”
“I think I could.”
Alexandro Adis glared sharply at his brother. Largos merely shrugged and departed.
“That’s unlike you. Is that woman really so important?”
Alexandro Adis looked down at the woman teetering on the brink of death with conflicted feelings.
Important?
I don’t know. I’ve never had someone important before, so I wouldn’t understand.
What I do know is that this woman has risked her life for me countless times.
Though I pretended it was nothing, I remember vividly the moment she was struck by the arrow. I remember her scream and her pained whimpers.
She suffered just as she does now.
‘She’s sweating.’
As I wiped away the cold sweat with a cloth, I suddenly noticed she was still wearing the gloves—the ones I’d ordered her to wear to prevent her from using alchemy.
After a moment’s hesitation, I removed the gloves from her hands. Beneath them lay delicate white hands beaded with perspiration.
For some reason, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from those hands.
They were just hands. Yet guilt washed over me as if I were glimpsing something intimate.
I felt my face grow hot.
‘I’ve lost my mind.’
Tensing over hands—what a fool.
I sighed and wiped away the sweat beading on her hands. Then.
“Mm….”
She seized his fingers in her grip.
Alexandro Adis froze entirely.
For a moment, it felt as though not just his heart but time itself had stopped. In that suspended silence, only the sound of her ragged breathing came through with crystalline clarity.
How much time had passed?
Her grip gradually loosened.
But then strength flooded into his hand. After a long moment of hesitation, he slowly threaded his fingers between hers, one by one. His thick fingers parted the narrow space and slipped through.
When their skin finally pressed together without a single gap, his breathing shattered into fragments.
He raised his thumb and slowly traced the back of her hand.
In that moment, Alexandro Adis sensed something profound.
He would never forget this instant—not for the rest of his life.
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When she awoke, he told her: he would protect both her and her child.
She was delighted to hear it.
“Rest well. I should be going now.”
In that moment, she grasped his wrist.
He nearly seized her hand in return with fervent desperation. Suppressing that dangerous impulse, he laughed with feigned composure.
“If you’d rather not sleep together, it would be best to let go now.”
So she released his hand.
His gaze clung to her retreating hand. Something felt wrong. A strange sense of loss pierced through his chest.
Why?
Why did it feel as though he would never hold that hand again?
“…Sleep well.”
Seized by an ominous premonition, Alexandro Adis left the room. With each step away, it felt as though someone was screaming at him. Someone was shrieking madly, veins bulging from their neck.
Go back.
Hold on.
Don’t let go.
‘Why do I feel this way?’
After walking for some time, Alexandro Adis finally turned back toward her room.
“I’m coming in for a moment.”
He knocked and pushed the door open abruptly.
“…Seon-hee?”
She lay collapsed limply over the desk. In that instant, the scent of blood reached his nostrils.
He rushed toward her. Had she used alchemy? Blood dripped steadily from her fingertips.
As Alexandro Adis stared blankly at the blood, a letter entered his vision.
【In a future where we can reminisce about the same past.】
【Let’s meet again.】
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“…Lex?”
Alexandro Adis regained consciousness through a splitting headache.
“Alexandro? Are you alright?”
“…You.”
My voice cracked. I furrowed my brow.
“Divine Spirit?”
No, that wasn’t it. Similar, but not quite.
The person before me was a woman with far more delicate features.
“Who are you?”
The woman couldn’t answer, merely staring at me in a daze.
“Where is this place?”
An unfamiliar space. I found myself crouched before a small bedroom.
A sharp throb. I clenched my teeth against the encroaching migraine.
“Seon-hee, where are you…?”
I reached out despite the splitting pain, my hand instinctively grasping the woman’s wrist.
“Don’t go.”
Memories tangled and twisted chaotically. An inexplicable emotion surged forth with overwhelming force.
“Don’t leave me.”
She exists nowhere.
The most intense woman in my life does not exist in my world.
A woman absent from the time I inhabit.
Where are you now?
In which time, in which world do you exist?
“Don’t go, stay with me….”
Stay in the same time as me.
Stay with me….
But the moment I blinked, all memory scattered like dust.
‘What was I thinking?’
Like waking from a sorrowful dream, nothing remained clear—only a profound longing that threatened to bring tears.
“…Alexandro?”
I lifted my head again. The woman who bore the Divine Spirit’s likeness gazed at me with worried eyes.
“Don’t you know who I am?”
I stared into her eyes intently. Somehow, I felt I should know. Impossibly, I felt I did.
“…Seon-hee?”
Why does she resemble her so?
“Are you Seon-hee?”
In that instant, the woman’s eyes trembled violently.
Alexandro Adis turned his gaze away. Hazy forms like smoke drifted around him, their voices pouring down like curses.
“It finally happened, Alexandro Adis!”
“This is how it ends, ahahaha!”
“Now let’s fall all the way to the bottom!”

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