The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 38

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 038

What kind of nonsense is this now.

When I rolled my eyes in disbelief, Shubel chuckled softly.

“You must have been a sharp child who was good at everything.”

“Don’t make strange assumptions. Whatever the case, a child is still a child. Do you think we would have communicated as well as we do now?”

Knowing how stubborn I was as a child, I felt embarrassed and mumbled evasively, but Shubel stared at me intently.

Those eyes. His characteristically captivating deep gaze made me unable to look away, and I found myself staring back at him.

Shubel opened his mouth.

“But.”

“…”

“That would have been cute in its own way.”

My fingertips twitched. He smiled with his eyes curving.

“Of course, I prefer you now.”

I thought to myself.

‘…He’s really a strange man.’

Who says things like this to their contract marriage partner?

Sometimes I can’t tell if that man’s attitude is sincere or playful.

At first, it definitely felt like he had discovered a small source of amusement in his boring life.

But at some point, it felt like he had suddenly closed the distance between us.

‘When I asked why he was worried, he said he didn’t know.’

Without realizing it, I pulled back and spoke.

“Then what were you like?”

“Me, you mean?”

“If you’re curious about someone else’s past, you should fairly share your own too.”

“Hmm…”

He tilted his head.

“Life without you was quite boring, so I don’t remember much.”

“Don’t joke around.”

“I’m being serious. You don’t believe me.”

Shubel lowered the corners of his eyes as if feeling hurt.

Having grown quite accustomed to him by now, I snorted and brushed it off.

If he doesn’t want to talk about it, then don’t. I wasn’t that curious anyway.

‘That man’s childhood.’

But I couldn’t stop the thoughts that suddenly came to mind.

He’s so unnecessarily tall now, but when he was young, he would have been small enough to fit in one’s arms.

He probably would have been a well-behaved boy with black hair and purple eyes.

Though he strangely follows me around, I’d often seen him coldly draw lines with others, so I couldn’t imagine Shubel being a troublemaker.

‘Who knows. Maybe he was the type to stay quiet and then cause major accidents.’

When I looked at Shubel suspiciously, he blinked with an innocent face that said ‘I know nothing.’

Just as I was thinking he looked just like Kaiseus, he said.

“You seem to know children well.”

“Suddenly?”

“From what you said earlier, you seem familiar with children.”

At those words, I thought ‘I suppose so.’

My parents made many donations to orphanages in Seton’s name, and they consistently sponsored talented children, so I am familiar with them.

“Well… when you’re around them, you naturally become familiar.”

Remembering the times our family went to volunteer at orphanages, I muttered bitterly with longing.

“They’re cute when you watch them.”

We had planned to go again later. Now it’s become a promise I can’t keep.

“…Should I go visit them alone.”

The last part was something I muttered without realizing. After briefly darkening, I shook it off thinking what kind of self-pity this was, and lifted my head.

Looking straight into the eyes of the man with violet eyes, I said.

“I’m sorry about last time. I was being petty to an innocent person.”

Then Shubel, who slowly blinked as if absorbing the meaning of my words, faintly raised the corners of his mouth.

“I wonder. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m not joking. I should have apologized sooner, but you acted like nothing happened, no, I was just embarrassed so I kept putting it off by blaming work.”

As I confessed while subtly avoiding his gaze, saying I didn’t know the reason either, that I just suddenly felt petty, Shubel slightly tilted his head as if trying to meet my eyes.

A low, sweet voice was heard.

“Then that man who made you feel petty was in the wrong.”

I paused and looked at him again. Only then did he smile with satisfaction.

“You’ll still take your baggage on this trip, won’t you?”

At his cheeky words, my tension naturally dissolved.

The two-week cold war that wasn’t quite a cold war had ended. I finally smiled playfully and said.

“I said I’d take you along.”

“I was scared you might abandon me.”

“Please, stop saying strange things.”

And three days later.

We headed to the Jeneide Snow Mountains at the edge of the Duchy.

Moreover, though neither Shubel nor I realized it, this was the honeymoon we never had.

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