The morning light was dim and the heavy rain gradually stopped.
Angie pressed her forehead, sat up, opened her eyes and saw that two buttons on her collar were undone.
"You look very energetic. Why are you awake so early?"
Her attention diverted, she looked in the direction of the sound.
A calm voice came from the chair by the window.
"Good morning, Your Highness, ahem..."
Angie's voice was unusually hoarse. She cleared her throat and rubbed her swollen eyes.
My body feels heavy and my head is dizzy.
Denris took a sip of tea, and seeing that she was still conscious, he put down the book in his hand, poured her a glass of water and handed it to her.
"How are you? You tortured me to death last night."
He sat down on the edge of the bed, put his hand on her forehead, and then touched her face.
I can't feel it, so it should be fine now, right? It's not as hot as it was last night.
His palm brought a hint of coolness and the fragrance of tea. When his palm gently stroked my cheek, the flesh under the skin felt hot.
She was in a deep sleep and only remembered having a headache. Nothing should have happened.
Angie was stunned, and looked at the dark circles under his eyes and the bloodshot whites of his eyes in panic, and drank some water nervously.
"Ahem, please don't talk nonsense. I sleep very peacefully."
I can't figure out what she did. Why did she torture him?
Why are you saying such dirty words? With her frail little body, ten of her couldn't beat him alone. How could she be tortured?
"Are you content? Do you want to think about it carefully?" Denris said, rubbing the top of her head with an ambiguous look.
There was silence for a moment.
Angie's thoughts returned.
"I'm sorry..." After saying that, she looked at him quietly.
Maybe it was because I was feeling restless sleeping on a rainy night, so I held him like a big doll and slept with him? And he cried?
Denris: "Dreamt of Mom, want to go home?"
Angie shook her head, her hands unconsciously clutching the quilt in front of her. Her mood instantly dropped and her face turned pale.
He was keenly aware of these subtle reactions.
Is it wrong to mention Mom, or is it wrong to go home?
Her mother seemed to have died very early.
Denris explained calmly, "I'm talking about returning to Lyle Manor, our new home."
Angie slowly raised her head to look at him, and soon realized that his sudden change of words was meant to comfort her.
She smiled at him and nodded.
"Would you like to sleep a little longer?" she said, pulling back the quilt and getting out of bed from the other side to make room for him.
It seems that this is the wrong place to go home. Should I go back to my old home?
Denris: "Can't sleep."
"Sorry." Angie scratched her face embarrassedly.
"I need compensation."
"I'm not really sorry. I didn't sleep well either. If it wasn't raining, I could have been very quiet. If you want to blame someone, blame yesterday's weather."
After saying that, she didn't even give him a chance to speak and slipped into the bathroom.
Denris raised his eyebrows and followed the figure that flashed into the bathroom, which really made him laugh.
When she came out of the bathroom, her red cloud-like curly hair was tied into a high ponytail.
Angie stood in front of the dressing table, raised her hands above her head, and untied her hair tie.
She was still wearing that loose shirt, and as she moved, the length of the shirt kept moving up, almost exposing her.
Denris couldn't help but take a few more glances.
This reminds me of the third button I didn't unbutton last night…
He gulped down a cup of tea.
It's still early and the maid hasn't come to serve yet.
Angie's previous clothes were taken away again. Apart from the nightgown that was delivered last night, she had no other clothes here, so she could only continue to walk around in this white shirt.
She finished fixing her hair and pushed a chair over to sit down next to him.
"Ahem...what is your Highness drinking?"
Denris gave her a long look.
After washing up, she looked more transparent, and her face seemed to be coated with a layer of soft light, so beautiful that it seemed distorted.
Her eyebrows and eyelashes also have a faint red color, which is particularly stunning. The light brown freckles in the middle of her face are a detailed embellishment, making her skin look a little whiter.
Like a child raising his hands to ask for candy, he asked for tea.
"Dalm tea."
He said as he poured her a glass.
"Thanks."
She took a sip of the teacup.
"Hmm~ It smells so good, different from what I drank at the tea party."
The maids haven't started their work yet, which means he made the tea himself.
Denris chuckled. "Really? What's the difference?"
Angie took another sip carefully, her body felt warm, and her lungs were filled with the rich aroma of tea.
The sleepy mind instantly became refreshed, a smile appeared on the surface, and a trace of tea stains was left on the pink lips, making them plump and shiny.
Her eyes moved, like crystal clear amber shining brightly, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and her whole body was glowing.
"It's rich, sweet, and fresh, with a measured intensity. It has more layers of flavor than the tea brewed by others at the party."
A tea party is not a place to taste tea, it is a place to appreciate people.
Denris was in a good mood after being praised.
"You have good taste. Do you like it?"
"I like it." She answered casually while sniffing the tea with a smile.
"I like it too."
Angie looked at his superior profile.
His every gesture was noble and elegant, and his face was as cold and aloof as a god.
He is so unattainable that it makes people feel a little cowardly.
As if sensing her gaze, Denris turned his head.
Their eyes met.
"Cough cough cough..." Angie quickly put down the cup and started coughing, covering her lips.
He was so weak from coughing that he didn't look like he was pretending.
Denris accidentally saw the wedding ring on her left ring finger and silently rubbed the same wedding ring on his own ring finger.
At their wedding half a year ago, she would cough once or twice intermittently.
He asked casually, "When did your cough start?"
"It's an old problem." She's used to it.
"Didn't you see a doctor?"
"I looked for it, but the medicine didn't work, so I stopped taking it." Angie lowered her eyes.
"Give up treatment?"
"It's so uncomfortable to take too many pills," she said, biting her plump lower lip.
His expression looked somewhat painful.
Her beautiful and delicate face was inexplicably covered by a thick layer of gloom, which instantly suppressed her stunning beauty.
Here, she didn't dare see a doctor or take medicine, for fear of exposing her illness, of revealing that she was dying, and even of her negative desire to die being discovered.
He couldn't let his poor physical condition affect his status and position.
"Hmm... that's true." He put his index finger between his lips and pondered for a moment, "Could it be that I didn't find the right doctor? Try changing a few doctors and prescriptions..."
"Ahem—"
"It's not a good idea to keep coughing like this."
It's just a cough, isn't it? It's not some rare, incurable disease.
"I've changed doctors and prescriptions, and even tried all sorts of folk remedies, but I'm afraid my body will collapse before I can even cure it."
"Go back and get another checkup. You had a low-grade fever last night."
Denris drank his tea silently, his eyes moving calmly to her neck.
My thoughts drifted again.
The two buttons he unbuttoned were still open.
Her neck was beautifully lined, revealing a small, distinct collarbone and delicate, snow-white skin. There were still marks on her neck from yesterday, and she was wearing his ridiculously large shirt...
It's hard not to think too much.
I came back to my senses when I heard her sigh.
The gloom in her eyes seemed to grow even darker, making her whole person look gloomy.
Denris said solemnly: "Angia, do you want to die?"
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last night.
The sound of rain outside was crackling and getting heavier.
After Denris calmed down, she lay down on the bed, as if there was a foreign object beside her, with all the attention on her, and no sleepiness at all.
I don't know how long I endured, but on the other side of the bed, the faint coughing sound was replaced by low sobbing.
"Gia?"
Denris called out softly.
There was no response, and the sobbing continued.
He raised his upper body and moved gently to her side.
Reaching out his hand to her forehead.
Angie didn't react at all. Her body curled up in the quilt, trembling slightly with cold sweat.
Some wet hair stuck to her pale face, making it particularly conspicuous.
Her brows were tightly furrowed, tears were streaming down her face, and she was murmuring something in a low voice, like a child trapped in a nightmare. Her voice was not loud, but it was very heartbreaking.
It seemed as if she felt him.
Suddenly she turned over and snuggled into his arms.
"Don't go... wuwu..."
Denris's hands froze in the air, and he finally heard what she was muttering.
"Mother..."
She nestled in his arms and soon settled down.
Denris's face turned a little dark, and he looked at her in his arms helplessly. The fragrance in his memory came to his nose, and the little person in his arms was soft and sweet, and he didn't feel disgusted.
She stopped sobbing, but her brows were still tightly furrowed.
Denris carefully brushed away the strands of hair stuck to her face, his thin brows furrowed.
He wiped the tears and sweat from her face with his sleeve, his brows furrowed.
He looked around her carefully again, searching.
Where else do you feel uncomfortable?
I carefully stuffed the pillow under her head again, but her brows remained unchanged, and instead became even more furrowed.
After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and unbuttoned her top button, two buttons in a row.
Her brows relaxed and she leaned into his arms again.
"…"
He felt uncomfortable all over!
His slender fingers hooked on the third button with malicious intent.