I Stole the Child of My War-Mad Husband

I giggled. “Nice to hear, though, Rupert. I didn’t know you could even make a joke like that.”

I never thought this guy would give me lip service.

“Noel.”

“Yes?”

“There may be things I won’t tell you, but I won’t lie.”

“This is a lie, too.”

“That’s what I promised when I decided to accept you and Leah.”

Hahaha, I don’t know if it’s him or me who’s drunk.

Rupert is spitting out a lot of things he would never normally say.

“I don’t believe you, iron wall man… … .”

If you care so much about me, please change… … .

‘I want you to stop killing people.’

At last, my memories cut off there.

***

“What is an iron wall man?” Rupert asked curiously.

“… … .”

“Noel?”

He glanced at his wife, who was suddenly silent. The sound of her breath is even. Is she sleeping drunk?

“Noel.”

The moment he got up and carefully reached out to her, she opened her eyes.

She then tried to hug him but she failed.

“Oh my god.”

Because Rupert, who has extraordinary quickness, blocked her with his palm on her lips.

“… ugh.”

Noel groaned in dissatisfaction.

Her words were muffled with her mouth covered, so he couldn’t make out what was being said.

Rupert was troubled by the feel of her soft lips against his palm. He feels like his patience is being tested.

“Don’t be silly, you’d better sleep, Noel.”

She grinned with her cheeks blushing.

Just by looking at her appearance, he could completely guess that she was drunk and wouldn’t be able to remember this situation.

He never knew that his wife’s drinking habit could be so bad.

‘I don’t think she drank knowingly.’

He sighed. “I’ll move you to bed, so stay calm.”

Actually, this was his misunderstanding. Noel’s drunken habits are very modest.

To be precise, it is a goal-oriented drinking habit, and when she is completely drunk, she does what she originally planned.

When she got drunk in a restaurant, she grilled meat and started cleaning at home. When she got drunk after working at the hospital, she grabbed a colleague next to her and asked questions like, “How are your symptoms?”

She didn’t bother people around and went home well.

Her co-workers and friends in her past life took videos of her and teased her the next day when she was sober.

It was a very healthy drunkenness habit, to the extent that the person who watched the video was a little shy.

The thing is, Noel’s biggest goal now is Rupert.

“Noel, don’t stick.”

She kept hugging his neck and rubbing her cheeks.

It was a clumsy contact, but accepting it wasn’t a very good choice.

In the end, Rupert who carried her in a princess hug, changed his plans neatly.

He slung her body over his shoulder like a sack.

Even in the midst of her drunkenness, Noel complained earnestly about her dangling posture.

“I am a human, not luggage… .”

“You brought it on yourself.”

Then he gently lay her down on the bed.

“Go to sleep.”

She held out. “No.”

“Don’t be stubborn.”

“Just hand.”

She then stretched out her hand.

“I’ll just hold your hand and sleep.”

‘Why am I hearing these lines from my wife?’

How did things come to be like this? It’s slowly getting frustrating.

It doesn’t matter what happens now. Half desperately, Rupert took her hand sitting on the edge of the bed.

In fact, she looks cute when she’s more honest and relaxed than usual.

‘I wonder if she’ll be able to remember anything she does now.’

Suddenly, a cunning idea popped into his mind.

I have endured so hard, shouldn’t I be gaining something?

“Noel.”

He ran his other hand through the hair on her cheek and asked more leisurely than usual.

“Who was the man you used as a standard when talking about your ideal type earlier?”

It was a childish question.

“Well, Michael… .”

Her answer only made matters worse. And that made him feel angry for no reason.

He asked awkwardly, “Did you get along well with Michael Berris?”

“My one and only friend… my precious family and a very nice person.”

Noel smiled when she said so.

“―I will definitely introduce him to you.”

‘I don’t really want to.’

Just looking at her reaction now, he could guess how close the two are.

While he was thinking about it, Noel who was dozing off suddenly opened her eyes.

“Oh.”

“Noel?”

Are you sober now?

She shouted, “That’s right, I haven’t hit the goal yet… !”

Turns out she wasn’t sober yet.

“Am I the goal?”

“Of course!”

Amidst this, it was more pleasing that her tone was firm. Was it sincere?

“Why?”

“Because you are my goal!” she said proudly.

This is the first time he has ever seen a drunken person speaking nonsense without context.

Even after laying her down nicely, she started to get up again.

“… … huh.”

It was fun to watch. But if she sticks again, it’s obvious he can’t help himself.

Standing up, he wrapped Noel in a blanket like a caterpillar.

After squirming and resisting for a moment, she nodded off as if her drowsiness had come again.

“Really, this titanium iron wall man… am I so unattractive… … ?”

She muttered a meaningless curse at him and fell asleep.

“… I wonder.”

Looking at her, Rupert shook his head hard and went back to his room.

***

The next morning, I woke up clutching my head.

“I ended up talking nonsense to Rupert… .”

The last thing I remember was the conversation about each other’s ideal type.

I just hope he wasn’t too offended by my ideal type.

‘There must have been nothing else.’

I don’t remember anything else after that, but I’m not too worried.

Because I’ve never caused trouble when I was drunk. I have healthy drunkenness habits; like cleaning or grilling meat.

It must have been the same as yesterday.

‘My head hurts… … .’

It seems that my brain and skull have separated. It is the pain of a hangover after a long time.

“As expected, drinking alcohol was a very ignorant way.”

I won’t do it twice. Reflecting on myself, I ordered the maid to bring honey water.

However, a very unexpected person came to bring me honey water and criticized me.

“Wake up, you drunkard.”

“Rupert, why did you bring it?”

“I am here to make sure you’re all right,” he said as he handed me a glass of honey water.

“Thanks.”

Rupert gave me a reproachful look as I took a gulp of honey water.

“… … what’s wrong?”

“About last night, don’t you remember?”

“Oh, about ideal type? Don’t feel too bad. Everyone has a dream.”

“Not that.”

“What else?”

He was dumbfounded.

“You really don’t remember it clearly.”

I laughed briefly.

“Don’t make fun of me just because I was drunk. I mean, I have a modest habit when I am drunk.”

My husband must have never seen a drunken brash man in this world.

“I wouldn’t normally describe that level as modest.”

“I bet you’ve never seen a real drunkard… ?”

He sighed loudly.

“Last night, you vigorously declared that you would attack me.”

“What?”

“You suddenly attacked me and I managed to stop you.”

“… … .”

“Is that modest?”

I almost spit out the honey water I was drinking.

‘I can’t believe I’ve been hiding such an incredible drunkenness habit?’

I put my glass down on the bedside table and asked seriously, “Are you kidding?”

“Does that sound like a joke?”

Well, he’s not the type to play around with stuff like this.

In the end, I asked with a heavy heart.

“… we didn’t, did we?”

I never thought that the day would come when I would worry about events that occur with a certain probability when a man and a woman drink alcohol.

Did I even be the one who took the lead?

Rupert was astonished at her question.

“Of course we didn’t.”

That’s a relief, but I got a little flustered at the fact that the seduction I did when I was drunk didn’t work at all.

Rupert then told me about the rudeness I had committed.

“But you said you would sleep holding my hand.”

“… what else?”

“Titanium iron wall man, am I so unattractive?”

Guess I was crazy last night.

‘How embarrassing!’

Did you really openly express your inner feelings, Noel?!

‘If you were going to seduce him, at least say something else!’

What’s the point of holding hands? Really, I want to hit the me of last night.

No matter how much more comfortable we become than before, I don’t want to share this dark history with him.