The Military Doctor Excels at Being a Contracted Duchess - Chapter 66

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【Chapter 66】

At first, Ebel thought his posture of supporting his weight with his arm must be difficult.

But after a moment, a contour that could no longer be ignored made her gasp in shock.

She had thought she’d feel nothing special since she’d seen so many naked bodies during anatomy classes… but this was…

It pressed against her thigh painfully.

Eventually, Ebel’s face burst into flames. At her appearance as if she had a fever, Victor let out a low sigh.

‘I’m going mad.’

The back of his head tingled.

Ebel, sparkling golden, was far too beautiful.

‘It’s like holding a star in my arms.’

He never thought he’d have such cheesy thoughts.

At the same time, Victor found it even more incomprehensible how some men casually talked about their bedroom affairs.

When something so precious and beautiful was too good to keep to himself, why would they brag about it like heroic tales for other men to hear?

Once again pressing his lips slowly, persistently against her smooth forehead, he swallowed his low, sunken breath deep in his throat.

Hot breath spread like a caress over her heated skin, and disheveled breathing faintly leaked out.

Soon he kissed her forehead once more as if rubbing against it regretfully, then rolled to his side and lay down loosely.

He could no longer endure it.

“I’ll give you an arm pillow.”

“Um, that… is it okay?”

Ebel blinked and gestured, then even that became so embarrassing she bit her lips tightly.

Her bewilderment at experiencing everything for the first time was vivid.

Of course, it wasn’t Victor’s first time either, but Ebel was definitely the one who seemed more flustered.

Feeling mischievous, Victor blew hot breath into Ebel’s ear. Her trembling shoulders were adorable. Her neck stiff with tension, even her averted gaze.

He wanted to capture everything that made her and make it his forever.

“…”

But Victor held back.

Because the two hands gripping him had turned white enough to show her knuckles.

He didn’t want to frighten his wife who wasn’t ready yet. He wasn’t a scoundrel.

Besides, wasn’t it already something that she had bravely approached him like this?

Though she had borrowed half the courage from alcohol, he was proud of Ebel.

He was grateful that she had chosen to stay by his side, at Bayern, of her own will.

“I won’t tease you anymore, so please sleep.”

May she dream only the best dreams in the world.

Kissing the top of her head, he stayed awake all night anticipating what expression Ebel would make tomorrow.

He should take a commemorative photo tomorrow. How about taking one while she holds a bag of roasted peanuts?

Photography was extremely expensive, so most people approached it with solemn, serious expressions, but to Victor that amount was pocket change.

He could take as many photos as he wanted in whatever pose and expression he desired.

Eventually, Ebel, who had been fidgeting in his arms, let out even breaths. Her tension had eased and she had fallen asleep.

Victor examined Ebel’s golden eyelashes strand by strand. Their texture, swaying minutely with her breath, seemed to hold moonlight.

Victor almost tried to stroke her cheek once without realizing it, then hesitated. What if he woke her up?

‘Who would have thought the day would come when the poetic expression of yearning to touch would suit my life.’

This emotion was a first for him.

Just heartbreaking and pitiful, regretful and precious.

Long ago, in his life before regression, he occasionally had drinking sessions with fellow officers.

What stories would inevitably come up when young men drank?

Wives, fiancées, women they had just started seeing, and so on.

Victor had heard countless love stories and laughed them off lightly. Frankly, it wasn’t his concern.

Sometimes there was unpleasant content, and looking back now, it was even more incomprehensible.

“Hey, how can you keep loving a wife who’s so badly injured? I’d send her to a convent so she could recover, though.”

He remembered what that red-faced fool had babbled.

Without any shame, he had run his mouth.

“I really do love my wife, but… well, I could accept her not being able to hear, but if she couldn’t walk or see…”

The moment he heard those words, Victor slammed his glass down audibly. The atmosphere turned cold, and several people stepped forward to shut the man up.

At the time, it ended with excluding that man from promotion consideration and transferring him to a harsh post, but looking back, he should have punched him.

‘I had wondered if love was such a worthless thing.’

Ebel burrowed into his embrace, perhaps feeling cold.

Victor looked at Ebel with elated eyes, immersed in incomparable happiness.

‘Even if she could no longer see, I can see, and even if she couldn’t walk, I can walk, so wouldn’t that be enough?’

Whatever disability she might have, as long as she stayed alive, he would just be grateful.

As long as she didn’t leave him alone in this world…

Thinking that far, Victor fell into a brief sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, it was morning.

* * *

‘I’m crazy! I’ve gone crazy!’

Ebel, who had fallen into a deep sleep, came to her senses when sunlight tickled her eyelids.

Don’t we all have those days?

Days when you wake up with a chill down your spine.

When you somehow feel like you’ve made a huge mistake.

Of course, in this case, since they were husband and wife, there was no problem, but Ebel wanted to go crazy and jump around.

Or kick the blankets frantically.

‘How can I face Victor now?’

…Despite thinking that, he was far too close.

Ebel, who had been staring blankly at his handsome face, hurriedly removed the sleep from her eyes first.

Her next thought was: right now!

She had to wash up right now.

Ebel, who tried to carefully slip away before Victor woke up, was helplessly pulled back down by the hand that grabbed and pulled her waist.

‘This won’t do… I should have washed before sleeping.’

Getting swept up in the mood left her in a complete mess.

On the battlefield, not washing for a week didn’t matter, but this wasn’t that, was it?

Ebel frantically erased the memory of their first kiss that kept floating up. It kept coming back, and at this rate, she really wouldn’t be able to look Victor straight in the eye.

“Did you sleep well?”

That’s when it happened.

While she was desperately trying to escape, a low voice came from behind her.

Startled, Ebel froze and could only listen to her pounding heartbeat.

“Oh my. You’re cute, but… I don’t want to become a scoundrel, so I’ll let you go. Would you like to have breakfast at the coffeehouse?”

“Y-yes, I’d like that.”

“Yes. Then.”

As soon as Victor released his arm, Ebel fled to the bathroom without looking back.

What was just a kiss that made her whole body feel hot?

It was truly a morning where she couldn’t tell if this was okay.

Meanwhile, Victor stared down at the spot where Ebel had disappeared, then moved his gaze a little lower.

“Ha.”

I’m going mad.

His whole body ached.

Naturally, it wasn’t from just providing an arm pillow.

* * *

While the couple was spending such an incredibly sweet time—

In the chamberlain’s office at the Bayern estate, three men had gathered.

The atmosphere in the room was utterly gloomy, and all three looked as if they had stayed up for several nights.

Guevre was chewing jerky while gripping his hair as if tearing it out, and beside him, Matthias was slumped in his chair like someone whose soul had left his body.

The butler was watching the two of them with pitying eyes while quietly pouring tea.

“Even with this book, it’s still so difficult. Ugh.”

Matthias impiously resented his master. It would have been so much easier if she had brought the book just a little earlier.

Of course, he only did it secretly in his mind for about one second. He absolutely didn’t say it out loud.

If he had, the butler wouldn’t be pouring tea like now, but would have smacked his head with the teapot.

“Overturning the hypotheses I’ve been building for days… starting from scratch again… one by one… with that mindset…”

Just as Matthias, muttering with bloodshot eyes, slammed his forehead down on the documents with a thud.

“I’ve got it!”

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