Taking Care of My Husband in a Tragic Novel

Chapter 62

I heard the rumbling of his laughter.

“So, what is this?”

Suddenly he tapped the nape of my neck with his tongue.

“Heuht, it’s, it’s a dream.”

“Then, what about this?”

This time, he took the blanket that was covering me and grabbed my chest, turning my nipples back and forth in his mouth.

“Hnng, it’s a dream…”

“So, is this also a dream?”

I felt his lips move from my chest, past my navel, and further down. And my thighs were spread wide by his two hands, and I felt a hot breath at the apex between.

“Mmngh, ah, nnngh.”

When the soft flesh of his tongue left traces while licking from the cl*toris and to the gap, I couldn’t answer and only moans spilled through my lips.

“Do you think this is a dream too?”

“Hnn, huk, haah…”

In fact, I may have realized it before this. That all of this was not a dream.

But I’d become a huge coward after going through so many things. I didn’t have the courage to face reality, whether it was good or bad. So, even though he really was here, I kept ignoring it until the end, insisting that it was a dream. His tender touch, his carefully soothing voice finally woke me up from my dream, and tears flowed as soon as I realized it.

“Wife… Don’t cry.”

I finally opened my eyes and faced the man in front of me. Tears covered my eyes, so I couldn’t see well, but the person I longed for and wanted to see so badly was right here. I immediately reached up and caressed his face.

“Hiic… Bleon… It’s you, right?”

“Yes… It’s me.”

“It’s really you, Bleon…? Hic, hiic.”

“Yes. My wife’s only husband.”

“Bleon…!”

I hugged him tightly and rushed into his arms. The tears didn’t stop. Even though I prayed and prayed that he would come back and that he would be alive, I was so engrossed in despair that I could never imagine that I would ever see him like this again.

“Why are you here just now… How long do you think I’ve waited… How much do you think I’ve missed you…”

“Sorry, I’m sorry. I am so sorry that I’m late…”

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry… Thank you for coming back, but I’m sorry…”

The tears that flowed like a waterfall slowly stopped, and now his face came into my eyes clearly. It’s been about 8 months, but he was very emaciated because he had suffered a lot.

“Was it very difficult…?”

I gently stroked his face and looked at him sadly.

“No. It wasn’t hard at all to think of coming back to you, my wife.”

Saying so, he smiled as if to not make me worry.

“I thought you… I thought you were dead…Hiic, so…”

When I recalled the past, I felt the tears coming out again. Then Bleon gently stroked my back and comforted me.

“I thought I was going to die too. I got hurt a lot during the confrontation with the enemies in the Hereta plateau. So I was pushed by the enemy and ran to the mountain, and eventually fell off the cliff, and Philia—”

Suddenly he stopped talking. When I looked at him curiously, Bleon hurriedly made an excuse.

“I mean the doctor’s disciple—”

“I know. Philia… Philia saved you.”

I thought so too. She thought Philia had saved Bleon. From the moment I heard the news of the two missing, she was the source of my glimmer of hope that Bleon would return. I smiled broadly with a very happy face.

“Philia is great.”

As I praised her, Bleon’s expression looked better. Then he stared at my face closely.

“…Why?”

“No… no…”

“But did you fall off the cliff with Philia too?”

“No. Philia… She found me. And I was unconscious for over a month…”

Oh, I see. Bleon was considering my feelings. It was clear that he was doing this because he was afraid that mentioning another woman’s name would offend me.

“I have to thank Philia. If it wasn’t for Philia… If you had been with her for two months, you would have gotten to know Philia a lot.”

“…She only helped.”

However, as Bleon hardened his expression, he seemed to deny he had become close with Philia.

“Let’s go to Philia together soon. I’ll have to see if Philia gets back safely.”

“…Yes.”

I didn’t want to see Bleon fidgeting and constantly reading me. So I decided to go see her tomorrow and show her that I’m okay with Philia as well. Bleon’s answer was still shaky.

“Actually, I have something to say…”

“What do you mean…?”

While talking to him, I kept thinking about it. As to whether or not I should tell Bleon that I had been pregnant. Perhaps, if I let it go without saying a word to him while properly closing the mouths of the mansion’s employees, we might have been able to move on from this without him knowing. I never went out after I got pregnant, and no one but the people of the duchy knew that I was pregnant.

Above all, Bleon saw and touched my body yesterday, but didn’t say anything. Perhaps during pregnancy, I hardly gained any weight, so my stomach didn’t bulge out much, and even after the miscarriage, I hardly ate, so the fact that I was having a child didn’t seem to show much by looking at my naked body.

But nevertheless, I decided to tell him. He had a right to know because he was the father of a child that no longer exists.

“I had a child… I couldn’t keep it… H-Hiic.”

“A child…?”

“Yes. Hiic. When I heard the news that you were missing, I was not feeling well, so I…”

Tears flowed down again as I thought of our dead baby.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect our child… hicc.”

Tears were pouring out of my sorry heart, but for a moment, it felt like I was being choked from all the guilt of not protecting our child properly as a mother, and I couldn’t breathe.

“Gasp, hiic, I’m s-sorry, huk!”

“Wife! Breathe! Wife…!”

“I’m, I’m f-fine, huk, huuk.”

“Call the doctor! Hurry! Wife, it’s okay. It’s okay, so take a deep breath…!”

I continued to catch my breath, and Bleon was yelling at the employees outside. And finally, Logan, who was waiting downstairs, entered the room.

“Madam…! Take a deep breath— In and out now.”

Logan approached me while I was panting in Bleon’s arms. But in the meantime, Bleon’s hand, which was holding my body, was tense to the extent that I could feel the strength of his grip getting stronger.

“Huuk, haa…”

After taking a deep breath following Logan’s instructions, I returned to my normal breathing.

“Fortunately, it’s not yet—”

When the doctor tried to open his mouth, I desperately gave him a furtive glance, telling him not to say anything to Bleon.

“She caught a cold a while ago, but it seems she hasn’t gotten better yet. I will make medicine for her, so please eat it.”

And he spoke tactfully, as he had read my eyes properly.

“Yes. So, you can go.”

“Yes. All right. Then, please rest.”

I looked at Bleon as Logan left the room. He was still giving strength to the hand that was holding me. Bleon was staring intently in the direction Logan had left.

“Bleon…?”

When I called, his gaze turned to me again.

“Were you surprised…? It’s because I caught a bad cold.”

“Haa, please don’t get sick… Wife.”

“Yes…”

When he told a sick person not to get sick, I just gave a short answer.

“And losing our child is all my fault. So don’t blame yourself. If I hadn’t been hurt…”

“No. Why is it your fault? It’s all my fault…!”

“No. It’s my fault. How hard it must have been for you without me, my wife. I’m sorry.”

On the contrary, Bleon apologized to me and kissed me on the forehead.

“I still need you. So don’t be too sad and don’t feel sorry for me…”

“Bleon… Thank you. And I’m sorry… Sniff.”

On the contrary, as Bleon continued to comfort me, I was deeply moved and hugged him comfortably. Now in Bleon’s arms, I felt a great sense of stability. It felt like all the anxiety I ever had vanished. It seemed that anything could be overcome in his embrace. He was and still is my only light.

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