I Became the Only Cure for My Dying Husband - Chapter 10
Chapter 5.2
While Edith remained calm, it was Lucion who was caught off guard.
He had only said those words to hurt her, to test how far she would go. But instead, Edith took him seriously and immediately added it as another condition.
“I’ll stay out of your way and focus solely on breaking your curse. That’s all. You can think of me as your personal doctor.”
She didn’t care how she was treated.
What Edith needed was the name “Frost” attached to hers.
Even if it was just an empty title.
Edith handed Lucion the contract she had prepared while he was asleep.
“You won’t be at a disadvantage, young master.”
Lucion glanced back and forth between Edith and the contract, an intrigued expression on his face.
He tried to read her intentions, but her clear eyes gave nothing away.
“Are you serious about this?”
“I’ve already signed it. You can keep the contract.”
Edith’s message was clear—she was leaving everything in his hands.
“You do realize we’ll have to hold hands during the Day of Blessing, right?”
The Day of Blessing.
As the name suggested, it was a ceremony to bless the future of newlyweds, marking the start of their marriage.
Typically, couples received the blessing during their wedding, but since Edith and Lucion had skipped theirs, they had scheduled a separate day for it.
Edith extended her small hand.
“Why don’t we try holding hands right now then, as practice?”
“No.”
Lucion flatly refused, but Edith wasn’t bothered.
“Don’t worry. What you’re afraid of won’t happen.”
Once again, Edith boldly pushed her way in, as she always did. Lucion was used to this pattern now.
After observing her over the past two weeks, he was certain of one thing:
Edith wasn’t the type to back down.
No matter how much he ignored her or brushed her off, she kept coming back.
‘Fine. Maybe if I scare her off now, she’ll finally leave me alone.’
After a brief hesitation, Lucion took Edith’s small hand.
He fully expected her to flinch and pull away from his ice-cold touch and the stinging pain it caused.
But instead, Edith smiled brightly, as if she were enjoying a cool breeze.
It was strange. People always recoiled when they touched him.
So why did her flushed cheeks look… happy?
“…Isn’t it cold?”
“It feels refreshing.”
The moment Edith touched his hand, she knew.
Lucion’s curse, which terrified everyone else, posed no threat to her.
“And how does it feel for you, young master? Isn’t it warm?”
That’s when Lucion felt it—a burning warmth spreading from their joined hands. He jerked his hand away, as if he’d been scorched.
“It’s warm, isn’t it?”
“W-who are you?”
Lucion stammered, stepping back, startled by the warmth he had never felt before.
Edith smiled as she watched his eyes tremble in confusion.
“I told you, didn’t I? I knew I’d be useful.”
Unable to hide his bewilderment, Lucion rushed out of the library, his steps unsteady.
This time, Edith didn’t stop him.
Once someone experiences such sweet warmth, they’re bound to return on their own.
“Still, I hope he comes back sooner rather than later.”
After all, she was no different, having tasted that sweetness herself.
Edith wriggled the fingers of the hand that had touched his.
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“Greetings, Miss Edith.”
Edith tilted her head, glancing at the man blocking her path. She had never seen him before.
He had curly brown hair, thick glasses that practically hid his eyes, and a wrinkled white coat.
Just then, Becky, who was standing behind him, spoke up.
“This is Simon. He’s the family doctor of the Frost’s.”
“Family doctor?”
“Yes, I’m Simon Lampard, the Frost household’s doctor.”
Despite his rumpled appearance, he bowed politely.
“Why would the family doctor want to see me?”
“The master requested a health check-up for you, Miss Edith. Haven’t you been informed?”
Oh, now she remembered.
He had sighed earlier, commenting that her arms were so thin she would struggle to cut her own food, and insisted she have a check-up.
“But wasn’t that scheduled for later this afternoon?”
“Yes, but I was too curious about you, Miss Edith, so I took the liberty of arriving a bit early.”
Simon stepped closer and began circling Edith, examining her as he moved. It was dizzying.
“I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of young lady would marry Master Lucion.”
“Simon, stop pestering Miss Edith.”
“Pestering? This is just pure curiosity as a doctor.”
That’s when Edith realized something.
This guy is a little… odd.
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