Despite Being an Extra, I'm the Villain's Childhood Friend - Chapter 59.2
Chapter 59.2
‘Izeline…!’
‘….!’
Their eyes met. Her eyes widened in shock.
“Gasp…!”
As her eyes flew open, the agonizing pain that had gripped her vanished as she woke.
A boy’s face hovered above her, his expression filled with concern.
“Izel? Are you alright?”
“Ro…b…?”
“Yeah, it’s me. Did you have a bad dream? You’re sweating…”
Robert wiped her forehead with his hand. The twelve-year-old boy’s hand was large and firm, just like his increased height.
Izeline clutched his hand desperately, like a fish out of water.
The dream was so vivid that she needed to confirm this was reality.
“….”
Robert fell silent, surprised by her sudden action. His cheeks flushed.
“Nightmare?”
He asked cautiously.
She nodded once, her breath still ragged. At the sight of her clinging to his hand and curling up, he couldn’t help but find her utterly adorable.
“What was it about?”
“…I don’t remember.”
“What?”
“….”
Izeline’s expression was troubled.
Why did Grosch and Gerald’s voices echo in her mind now, claiming that books with the same cover as the original story were prophecies from another world? She thought she was changing the future, but was she wrong? Could she not change Robert’s fate after all?
Anxiety churned in her heart.
“Izel. Look at me.”
Robert cupped her cheeks, forcing her to meet his gaze. Seeing the boy’s pouting face only intensified her unease.
The twelve-year-old boy looked so much like the grown-up Robert from her dream.
“You’re breathing so hard, and you’re so pale. Are you sure you don’t remember?”
“…Yes.”
He narrowed his eyes, trying to gauge whether she was lying. However, seeing her covered in sweat, he seemed to decide against pressing the issue, pouting with a ‘fine, whatever’ expression.
Then, his eyes softened. He remembered yesterday.
“Izel, I got hurt here.”
He’d meant to tell her yesterday, but magic class was in session. He waited until it was over, only to find her fast asleep.
“Hurt?”
Seeing that the spot Robert indicated on his arm was the same one injured in her dream, Izeline shot up.
“Let me see! Are you badly hurt? Are you okay? How did it…?”
“Uh… sparring with Michael…”
He’d wanted her to be concerned, but not this much. Robert was taken aback by her excessive reaction. Something was off.
Izeline realized she’d overdone it. She’d claimed not to remember the dream, yet her behavior was far too suspicious.
She quickly backpedaled.
“Really? Let me see your arm.”
She pulled up Robert’s sleeve and kissed the injured area.
Smooch.
“Get well soon.”
Smooch. Smooch. Smooch.
“….”
Robert, no longer suspicious, became as docile as a lamb, his lips pressed firmly together. He tried to contain himself, but he couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from twitching upwards. What would Michael think if he knew Izel kissed his injuries better?
Their future sparring matches would likely become elaborate performances of intentional defeat.
‘I’ll keep this a secret until I die.’
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