My Contract Husband Demands a Divorce - Chapter 4

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Anyway, now is the chance. I have to call a doctor while he is absorbed in the mirror.
Being careful not to make a sound, I lowered my body and crept away as stealthily as possible.
Without getting caught, I barely managed to grab the doorknob.
Slowly, I turned my wrist. The doorknob rotated without a sound.
Relieved, I pulled the door to open it,
“Huh?”
Why won’t the door open?
I pulled the door with a bit more force.
Yet, it didn’t even rattle.
As I groaned in fluster, a shadow fell over my head.
‘Don’t tell me…….’
Prominent knuckles, veins standing out on the back of the hand. A large, pale hand reached over my crouching head and pressed down on the door.
Following the forearm that held its ground like a pillar, I turned my head. My eyes met dark brown pupils.
‘When did he get here!’
Startled, my body jolted.
Unable to even scream, I hurriedly straightened my head and stared forward.
My mind grew frantic. I could only think about how I needed to get out somehow.
While I struggled to open the door by pulling the doorknob again, a hot and humid body heat drew significantly closer behind my back.
“Madam.”
A voice much deeper and softer than usual tickled my pinna.
Goosebumps broke out on the back of my neck.
My shoulders flinched reflexively.
Instinctively, I felt that I needed to hide being frightened.
Okay. Don’t be nervous, and as casually as possible—
“Wh-what is it?”
I answered in a voice like a goat.
Because my body was trembling, my voice trembled along with it.
A snort was heard from behind.
‘This man, is he laughing at me?’
My pride was wounded, so I bit my lip while a large chest covered my back.
Scheit extended his arms as if embracing me in his arms. With his large hands, he pried my fingers attached to the doorknob away one by one, slowly.
“I would like to have a conversation for a moment.”
It was a much gentler voice. Because the atmosphere changed so suddenly, it made me even more nervous instead.
“What, what kind of conversation?”
“I want to apologize for behaving rudely and harshly just a moment ago.”
“That’s quite alright. You must have been momentarily confused because you hit your head hard. So, hurry and get a doctor…….”
As I tried to grab the doorknob again, Scheit grabbed my shoulders and turned me around.
“Before calling one, I want to talk more about something more fundamental.”
“Something fundamental?”
A smile that looked as if it were painted bloomed across Scheit’s face.
“Yes. It seems I have come down with Amnesia.”
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In the end, I sat facing Scheit.
Having been taken off at some point, his blood-stained coat was dropped on the floor.
The inside of the coat was quite clean.
There were blood-soaked stains here and there on the shirt, but he didn’t seem to be heavily injured.
‘If blood is stained only on the coat, it means that blood isn’t Scheit’s blood. Did he get covered in someone else’s blood?’
…That is more terrifying.
Suppressing my body that was about to tremble violently with effort, I sat in a seat close to the door.
If he happens to pounce, I have to run away.
Unlike me who was nervous, Scheit sat comfortably and was just looking around the room.
Despite saying he lost his memory, he is boundlessly peaceful.
Blood was still trickling from his forehead.
The wound bothered me. Although the person himself seemed to think of it as no big deal.
‘If I treat him, he won’t harm me, right?’
Carefully, I raised my body.
Scheit turned his head toward me right away.
It was a gaze that seemed to ask where I was going.
Instead of answering, I rummaged through the wardrobe.
There was a suspicious black Mask, but pretending not to know, I took out a clean handkerchief.
After wandering here and there to even find an ointment, I returned to the sofa and sat next to Scheit.
“Let me take a look at the wound on your head.”
He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then obediently brushed back his hair.
A wound that looked painful just by looking at it was revealed. Unwittingly frowning, I carefully pressed the surrounding area.
Scheit only twitched his brow, showing no particular reaction.
Fortunately, it didn’t seem to be a fracture.
“Do you feel dizzy, nauseous, or have a severe headache?”
“Are you a doctor?”
The wariness and sense of intimidation disappeared from Scheit’s attitude.
Naturally, my tension loosened a little as well.
“I’m not a doctor, but I know a bit. So, how is your condition?”
“Did you perhaps receive first aid training?”
No, I’m asking if it hurts, so why do you keep saying such random things?
I got slightly heated by the continuous irrelevant answers.
Maintaining my smile, I clenched my teeth and asked again, emphasizing each and every word.
“I am asking if you have the symptoms I mentioned.”
Only then did Scheit touch his own head here and there.
“I do have a headache and it stings a bit, but I don’t feel dizzy or nauseous.”
After lightly stopping the bleeding on the part where blood was trickling, I applied the ointment. As I finished the treatment quickly, Scheit marveled in a small voice.
“You seem skillful. So, are you a doctor?”
Naturally, the topic returned.
The person who used to shrink away and flee like a snail’s eyes just by brushing past me was leading the conversation.
“I’m not a doctor, but I audited a lot of medical school classes when I was an undergraduate. I practiced hard because I thought it would be necessary later. How did your clothes end up like that?”
Scheit tried to answer reflexively, but closed his mouth again without making any sound.
Tch. He didn’t fall for it.
While I was disappointed, Scheit looked at me with eyes that said, ‘Look at this?’.
Then, he suddenly smiled brightly.
“I do not remember.”
“It seemed like you were about to answer my words just now.”
“No way. Madam is mistaken.”
His answer was half-hearted.
Without even matching his gaze, he was tinkering with the medicines I brought.
Then, he opened the ointment cap with his right hand.
As I tried to press him again, a long and pale fingertip suddenly approached.
Reflexively, I pulled my upper body back. However, I couldn’t avoid it completely.
A cold and rough finger lightly swept past my lower lip.
It was sticky.
Not that the atmosphere was like that, but the lip he touched.
As I frowned and tried to fumble around my mouth, Scheit caught my hand and pulled it down.
“Because Madam also had a wound. Since I have applied ointment, it would be best not to touch it.”
“…….”
“More than that, it is confusing since I suddenly do not remember anything. Where is this place?”
So, Scheit asked with an expression that wasn’t confused at all.
Once again, a strange feeling arose.
He is absolutely not of a personality to put his hand on another person’s face without hesitation.
The intention behind applying the medicine was the same.
It was glaringly obvious that he tried to avoid a difficult question by embarrassing the opponent to refresh the atmosphere and naturally change the topic.
If one loses memory, does a non-existent political tact also get created?
There’s absolutely no way.
It’s confusing. He didn’t recognize me. Looking at that, it also seems like he really lost his memory, but…….
“From where do you not remember?”
“Everything. Still, since Madam called me so anxiously, I do know that much that my name is Scheit.”
“What about other things?”
Scheit shrugged his shoulders lightly.
Even that small action made him seem like a completely different person from Scheit.
‘I think I have seen a similar case when I took theology classes.’
Being possessed by a demon, another person’s soul entering, or becoming a madman due to Black Magic.
Exorcising, lifting curses. Tales like those.
Of course, I didn’t believe in such groundless superstitions.
It was definitely so, but strangely, Scheit’s right index finger kept catching my eye.
His fingertip was glittering.
The ointment he applied on my lip still remained and reflected the light.
‘He opened the cap with his right hand. Even when blocking the door or grabbing me, he used his right hand for everything.’
In fact, there is nothing wrong with a person using their right hand.
Why would two arms be attached to a body. They are attached to be used.
However…….
“Excuse me.”
“Yes, Madam.”
“Who are you?”
My husband, Scheit Huniswald, was a perfect left-hander.

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