The Female Lead Raised The Villain

death, so she could expect what kind of feelings it would have been.
Strangely, her heart ached and she felt pain.

“I’ll give you a moment.”

“…yes.”

Carl bowed his head to her, spoke in a calm voice, and opened the door.

She could see Arthur standing around.
The expression full of dissatisfaction looking at Carl coming out of the room was a bonus.

“Fortunately, your face looks good today.”

“Don’t stand there grumpily and come in.”

“Never mind.
I’m here to see your face.”

Arthur and her exchanged conversations through the open door.
Feeling frustrated at what he was doing now, she got up from her seat and walked to Arthur.

“Come in or close the door.
Why don’t you just do one of the two?”

“…Can I come in?”

“When did you ever ask?”

Even if he asked, he came in at his disposal and seemed to be careful not like him.
There was only one thing he had to be aware of.

“Say it.”

“What do you mean?”

Pulling Arthur’s hand, she approached him closely.
As she twisted her head slightly and got closer, she whispered in his ear.

“That girl? What did you do?”

“…….”

“Tell me the truth, or I’ll jump like crazy.”

“She’s still alive.”

Not yet.
Her face was distorted by the word “still”.
She didn’t think he said “still” in a good way, so she stared a little away from him in anxiety.

Patting his face gently, she continued to look into his eyes.
She stared hard, thinking that she might notice him hiding even a little.

“……You’ve become quite active since you woke up sick.”

“I think you’re hiding something else.”

“If I tell you the truth, you wont understand.”

“When did I not understand? You’ve never told me the truth.”

Arthur covered her hand with his hand and slightly turned his head to kiss the palm of her hand.

She narrowed her forehead due to his sudden behavior, but swallowed a dry saliva without realizing it in Arthur’s eyes.

“I truly love you.”

His eyelids closed slowly.
She felt strange at Arthur’s slightly twisted gaze.

Is it because of the distance that she got close to him after a long time? Or is it because of the way he looks at her?

“… Is work hard these days?”

She remembered what Carl said and looked at him, and she saw a rather emaciated face.

He looked tired to anyone’s eyes, whether he had a lot of backlog work or if he had accumulated fatigue because he couldn’t rest while nursing her.

“Why don’t you take a break?”

“If you put me to sleep, I’ll think about it.”

Arthur drew her hand with a little tiredness and made her hug him.
He bowed his head and buried it on her shoulder, and unexpectedly stood firm in front of the door.

“I think you’ll be more tired if you nap like this.
I’d rather you sleep.”

“I don’t think I’ll sleep if I go to bed like this, so you’d better just stay here.”

“……I don’t have a hobby of touching sick people, so don’t worry and lie down.”

“I’m saying this because I think I’ll do it, not you.”