To You Whom I Don’t Love That Much (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 034

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She slit one eye open. A hazy ceiling swam into view. Ro rolled her eyes once to the left, then once to the right.

……Damn it. No matter where she looked, this wasn’t the dingy inn ceiling she’d paid one selle a night for. A ceiling adorned with gold wouldn’t survive a single night in a tavern frequented by pirates.

So how exactly had she ended up here? Ro lay with her arms crossed, frowning. Her memory of feeling violently seasick and then falling into water remained sharp. But what happened afterward was fragmented at best. She vaguely recalled seeing Cardier in the dark water—though maybe she hadn’t. As Ro slowly retraced her thoughts, suddenly, a single image surfaced.

One memory of Cardier’s face being uncomfortably close. One of her grabbing someone’s arm with frantic breath. And then, pressed lips, hot breath, her hands crumpling his collar… Stop. Rosetta wrinkled her nose and slightly turned her head away.

Her stomach churned again… Not that she’d ever admit it to a pirate’s pride, but anyway, it began to lurch like a seesaw.

So, where exactly was this place?

Rosetta barely managed to pull her thoughts away from Cardier’s lips and fix them elsewhere. She slightly lifted her head and surveyed the surroundings. The lavish gold trimmings were familiar enough, but the furniture layout, their styles, even the blanket covering her—everything marked an entirely unfamiliar room.

As she scanned the room with narrowed eyes, the sound of a door opening reached her. Instinctively, she turned her head. In the doorway stood Cardier, holding a tray.

“You’re awake.”

“…….”

Of all things, the first face she had to see upon waking was his. Rosetta debated fiercely whether to shut her eyes again and pretend to faint. But he moved faster, placing a hand gently on her forehead.

“How are you feeling? Your fever seems to have dropped quite a bit.”

He softly brushed aside Rosetta’s damp bangs with his fingers. Then, as if checking her temperature again, Cardier leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers. They were so close their noses nearly touched. She could clearly see the shadow his lowered eyelashes cast on his cheek.

He had called her ‘Ro’ again last night. At this point, he must genuinely suspect something… Rosetta held her breath, carefully studying his expression. But Cardier looked much like he had in the preceding days—neither agitated nor joyful, nor as if he wanted to strangle her to death.

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