The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 71

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 071

He was so confident that I almost wondered, ‘Did I accidentally say my inner thoughts out loud?’

‘Kai, did I ever say something like that to Shubel?’

[Huh? No!]

Kaiseus exposed the secret.

I knew I hadn’t said it.

I glared at my husband, who was using his handsome face as a weapon, though not with real malice.

“Fine, whatever. Let’s say that’s true. More importantly, were you really okay when we were apart?”

I was asking if his anxiety was manageable.

As the Northern Region’s development accelerated, there would be more cases where Shubel would have to move alone, and it would be troublesome if he became as haggard as last time, unable to sleep.

When I gave off the nuance of wanting to have an open conversation about this, dark clouds gathered over his previously bright face.

“Yes. I was just a little short of breath like I was dying, my heart was beating a little fast like I was dying, and I was a little dizzy like I was dying.”

Adding ‘a little’ doesn’t make the feeling of dying go away. I asked with half exasperation, half seriousness.

“Then how can I help you?”

At my words, Shubel rolled his eyes like a dog that had been starving all day and was suddenly presented with a treat, wondering what to do with it.

“Um, don’t use separate rooms.”

“Don’t use separate rooms.”

“And don’t keep shoving rabbit dolls at me and running away.”

“Rabbit dolls… What, you were awake?!”

So all those times I woke up to find myself invading his space and hugging him weren’t coincidences?

‘How hard I worked every morning to secretly slip away!’

When I glared at him sharply, Shubel’s eyes welled up with tears as he put on a pitiful act.

“I was anxious that you might cough up blood again if you weren’t in my arms…”

How underhanded of him to use my illness as leverage. I hesitated with an “Ugh,” then asked with a sigh.

“What else?”

“I’d like you to keep wearing that necklace on your body.”

He took this opportunity to speak up.

I raised my eyebrows, looking at him as he pointed to the pendant necklace around my neck.

“This was from you?”

“Yes. When you wear this, I can sense if something’s wrong with you.”

“Don’t tell me that’s how you came earlier too?”

“…”

Shubel glanced around slyly, then smiled with the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“I couldn’t feel at ease being away from you.”

This man is using his handsome face because he’s in a disadvantageous position.

I wondered whether I should scold him for putting something around someone’s neck without permission, or get angry, but I gave up.

I just didn’t feel like it.

“This is really all you need?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. Now stop it. Stop.”

I thought this matter was settled without much fuss.

Except for the fact that a certain man realized that while hurting himself to gain his wife’s attention was no longer possible, there were other methods available.

“But this looks fragile – is it really okay to wear for daily use?”

“Of course.”

He smiled peacefully watching his wife hold the crystal butterfly he made up to the light.

His dark inner thoughts, opposite to his exterior, whispered.

‘I wonder if she’ll comfort me again if I cry.’

It was the moment Shubel Runein became aware that his tears were a very effective weapon.

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