It’s been a while since we exchanged such inappropriate jokes.

Ranslet, excited by the conversation flowing like water, sat in Claude’s rocking chair. The chair, which no longer squeaked, smoothly carried Ranslet.

“Gustaf! You finally succeeded in the operation! I was so sensitive because of that damn creaking sound.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

Butler Gustaf, neatly holding the documents Claude handed over while poking his stomach with a knife, gave a lingering answer as he left.

Ranslet glanced at Claude with a surprised expression.

“There’s no way you bent over and personally oiled it.”

“Why are you so curious about my household chores?”

“Did you forget what I just said? Considering, it will be Eddie’s house later, right?”

“But it’s not now. You don’t have the right to speak either.”

Claude rested his chin on the table, exposing his face to the sunlight.

“Uh, ?”

Seeing that, Ranslet, who had been looking at him with a playful face, squinted his eyes.

“What did you do?”

“I’ll go out during break time and help with gardening or something.”

“Your face!”

“Even if you don’t say it’s disgusting, I know.”

“Yes, your face!”

Ranslet rummaged through his belongings in a hurry, took out a hand mirror, and showed it to Claude.

“Your forehead is incredibly clean!”

Although the color seemed to have faded somewhat, Ranslet exclaimed excitedly at the forehead that seemed to have been harshly tanned by the sunlight for the first time.

Claude stared at the mirror as if it weren’t his face for a long time.

“Felicity is amazing, isn’t she? I just met the chief physician, and he said the lady pays a lot of attention to the medicine you take. The painkiller has become much more effective, right? I heard the chief physician is a graduate of the academy, so if she can study with such a person, the lady must have really gone to the academy properly, right?”

Ranslet rambled on excitedly.

Since childhood, he had teased Claude, who treated his inner self as trash but regarded his appearance as a treasure.

Although Claude had tried to play down the trace of the curse he had received and made jokes, his heart was always heavy, making Ranslet more excited.

However, unlike the excited Ranslet, Claude’s complexion darkened as he carefully examined his now fairly unblemished forehead.

“Why? Do you have any worries? Always stuck in your corner?”

Claude, as if his pride had been hurt, bit his lower lip for a moment and then sighed deeply, turning his gaze out the window.

The sun was gradually setting.

Ranslet, who had been watching Claude’s suddenly restless behavior, grinned suspiciously.

And then.

“To prevent a woman from getting hurt when sleeping together, what should I do?”

Words that didn’t seem to come out of Claude’s mouth at all were combined and flowed out of his mouth.

Sleeping together. Woman. Pain.

Ranslet, who had widened his eyes at the words that seemed impossible to come from Claude’s mouth, narrowed his eyes as his gaze fell on Claude’s seemingly soft eyebrows.
“Now. It’s been over a month, and you’re still in pain? The butler said that the couple’s relationship is excellent and that the mistress is very pleased, didn’t he?”

“I never talked about myself.”

Claude’s feeble resistance was futile.

Without any hesitation, Ranslet scolded him.

“You lack consideration.”

Fisting his arms, lifting one leg, Ranslet, who stood firm, stuck his tongue out like someone witnessing a pot leaking inside and outside.

“Even without looking, it’s obvious. You may not have openly treated my wife as your own, but coercion doesn’t have to be done with violence. Those cold eyes that make the other crawl. The problem is that damn sharp tongue that pleads as if you’ve never heard or learned tender words. ”

“It’s not helpful just to stay alive.”

“It’s all unnecessary.”

With rising momentum, Ranslet aggressively lectured Claude.

“Consideration is the top priority! You have to keep asking if she’s not in pain. When she says it’s okay to move, even in the smallest moment, you have to move as if you were the lady’s servant, not a member of the Hwang family! Understand?!”

“…….”.

“A clean body is essential. I’ll pass on things like eating, sleeping, and washing because you only do that. Uh, ? Uh, uh, ? That’s right, that cold gaze that says, ‘Don’t crawl!’ Kill it!”

Ranslet glared, spreading his index and middle fingers as if he were gouging out Claude’s eyes.

“Lastly, as the night gets warmer, lips should be tender and sweet.”

There was nothing Claude could do except wash.

It was a statement about not knowing that someone’s memory could change as soon as they took medicine and their bodies touched.

Claude’s face became even darker.

“Aren’t you going to answer, huh? Well, maybe Lady expects you to do that.”

“…….”.

“If you don’t have the confidence to do well at night, let me do well during the day. Isn’t that effort worth it?”

Ranslet suddenly remembered Yuvan, who had asked if his husband had killed his sister and shed tears, but now he tried hard to erase it from his memory.