Lugard smiled with a bewildered face at Eriu’s words. Wasn’t it that Lugard disliked the admiral? One, not everyone in the same space is the same person.
Unable to touch, and mustn’t touch the noble face of Duke Blahnath, both people sighed.
After finishing the shift, they had lunch and returned to their respective places. Originally they were in charge of the thirdfloor ward, but due to Castellin’s whim, Skaha was assigned to the second floor.
It was an unexpected variable for both Skaha and the Duke.
Having received Castellin’s instructions and brought sleeping pills and some medicines to the private room on the second floor, Skaha almost dropped the tray when she saw the man sitting on the bed.
The Duke, too, was slightly surprised to see Skaha. No other changes were noticeable.
Skaha quietly bowed to the Duke she had seen after a few days and set the tray down beside the bed.
“I’ll give you the sleeping pills as requested, but you must not take more than three a day. And… I heard you were injured. If you show me the wounded area, I’ll disinfect it for you.”
“…….”
The Duke looked silently at Skaha, and she felt as if her throat was gradually tightening.
“……Do you want me to call someone else?”
At Skaha’s words, he chuckled and laughed.
“……Me, you?”
Her pride was hurt by his mocking words. She wanted to run out of there right away. But Skaha struggled to see the man in front of her as just one of her patients.
“If that’s not it… I’m sorry. Will you show me the wound……?”
The Duke slowly rose. With a lingering glance at Skaha, he took off his uniform jacket and unbuttoned his shirt with slow hands.
Who asked him to undress with such a lingering gaze to show the wound?
But if she avoided his eyes, Skaha felt like she would lose, so she stared back at his eyes. Suppressing her pounding heart as if she’d been running, she feigned indifference.
But her expression crumpled at the sight of the wound.
“What are you doing showing me such a wound so leisurely?!”
The Duke’s side was wrapped tightly with gauze soaked with blood. It looked like a hasty attempt to stop the bleeding.
“It’s bearable.”
It must not be a gunshot wound. There was only one doctor in the field hospital, and unfortunately, there was a serious patient today, and surgery would not end until late in the afternoon.
Thinking this, Skaha’s hands became impatient as she unwrapped the bandage, and the Duke grabbed her hand.
“I’ll do it.”
If it weren’t for him, she might have tangled the bandage until it was a mess. Seeing the tangled bandage, she seemed to understand why the Duke had stopped her.
“……Yes.”
Even though she had seen injuries of this degree before, she was like this. The Duke, who gently squeezed Skaha’s hand, explained in a softer tone than before.
“It’s just a scratch from a blade, no need to tremble like that.”
He picked up the scissors from the tray and cut the bandage and gauze from the wounded area.
As he said, the wound was deeper than a mere scratch but not a serious injury that could be encountered on the battlefield.
Confirming this, the splendid pectoral muscles and wellchiseled abs on the man’s body crashed over her like waves.
She had seen patients’ bodies to the point of bone, but why now?
“Why is your face red?”
“I’ve never… done that before.”
“Want to see a mirror?”
“It’s, it’s hot.”
Trying to look as if nothing was amiss, he knew that the man in front of him wasn’t the type to let such an act slide. He could only hope not to be caught.
“Do you get hot when you look at my body?”
A man who could throw such words around without a care.
As he said, the face heatedly flushed as Scatha tried to apply the disinfectant cotton to the wound but ended up pouring the disinfectant on it directly.
He scowled a little, but he didn’t scream or whine. He didn’t seem the type to do so either.
Suddenly, something she had been wanting to ask this man came to mind, along with the shock she felt when the word ‘Nyx’ was uttered by Lugard.
“……Nyx, I mean.”
The Duke was listening, tilting his head as if asking her to say more. He showed no sign of answering, so she had to ask directly.
“Why…… did you take her away?”
“You abandoned her.”
“That’s not true…….”
“If it’s not abandonment, then call it seizing.”
The Duke replied with a shameless face without the slightest sign of confusion. Rather, Scatha was the one who was confused.
“Seize her……, what……?”
“The case of the Duke’s murder remains unsolved, and you are still a suspect.”
“I…… a suspect……?”
Looking at Scatha’s surprised eyes, he appeared to be truly enjoying himself.
“Sometimes I think the easiest way would just be to execute you.”
“But back then, you clearly…… let me go…….”
Scatha forcibly recalled that unpleasant day. He was a noble of the ten great families after all.
How far the nobles could act selfishly as they pleased was something that even Scatha, once a royal, knew very well.
“I regret it.”
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
