I Became the Only Cure for My Dying Husband - Chapter 7

Chapter 4.1

The sharp sound echoed through the hallway. Her hand throbbed from where Lucion had slapped it away.

“Don’t touch me without my permission.”

Lucion’s entire demeanor switched in an instant.

His eyes shifted into something sunken and dark, like the depths of the ocean. His voice turned sharp, as if it could slice through anything.

“Do you honestly think you belong here?”

Lucion’s words were meant to hurt, but they did not affect Edith.

Of course not. How could someone like her—a half-blood noble, far from beautiful, small and scrawny—possibly belong in a place as perfect as this?

Edith shook her head.

“I don’t.”

“If you know that, then—”

“That’s why,”

She interrupted Lucion, smiling as she handed him the candy he had scoffed at earlier.

“I’ll be the one flaw in your perfect life, young master.”

Being the flaw in someone else’s life?

That’s my specialty.

Edith placed the candy into Lucion’s frozen hand. Without looking at his stunned expression, she turned and opened the door to her room.

Thud.

Lucion remained rooted to the spot, staring blankly at the door even after it closed behind her.

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Lucion couldn’t wrap his head around what he’d just heard.

‘A flaw?’

Seeing Edith smile so bitterly, calling herself a flaw, had left him speechless.

“Well, I’ll be going in first.”

Even now, long after Edith’s shadow disappeared, Lucion stood there like a statue frozen in place.

It wasn’t until his guard, Oscar, approached that he snapped out of it.

“You hate sweets, so what’s with the candy?”

“Candy?”

“It’s right there, in your hand.”

Oscar pointed to his hand with a puzzled look.

That’s when Lucion realized what Edith had given him. His brows furrowed.

“Throw it away.”

Lucion tossed the candy aside, and Oscar quickly caught it with dramatic flair.

“Oh no, what a waste! Can I have it then?”

“Do what you want.”

Lucion replied coldly, turning to enter his room with Oscar trailing behind him.

“Master Lucion, what’s wrong? You’ve had this sour look on your face for a while.”

“A mad dog has entered the house.”

“A dog? What kind of puppy?”

Lucion ignored Oscar’s question, dropping onto the sofa and leaning back.

“No matter how much I try to intimidate her or tear her down, she doesn’t even flinch. She just pushes back harder. She’s not in her right mind. She must be crazy.”

Then again, if she were sane, she wouldn’t be here in the first place.

‘She says she can break the curse? How?’

Lucion felt a laugh rising in his throat.

No doctor, priest, mage, witch, or shaman had been able to break his curse.

Yet somehow, that small, scrawny girl believed she could uproot the curse contained inside his heart?

‘Ridiculous.’

Lucion thought back to the fragile hand and thin wrist he had slapped away.

‘As if she could do anything. She looks like she’d break with a single blow.’

Her silver hair with that faint hint of blue, her bright blue eyes that sparkled when she looked at him, the pink flush of her cheeks, and her crimson lips…

Lucion thought of her, so full of life and color, while he himself was slowly losing his.

“Are you referring to your fiancée, Miss Edith Clark?”

Fiancée. That single word snapped Lucion back to reality.

“Fiancée? Don’t use that ridiculous title!”

“You may say that, but it’s what His Grace has decided.”

That’s right. This had been arranged by Khalid, the Head of House Frost. Lucion had no say in the matter.

Even if he rejected Edith, they would just find him another bride.

One likely handpicked by the Elder Council.

‘They won’t let the family bloodline end because of me.’

The Elder Council feared House Frost’s prestigious line would die with Lucion, given that he was essentially living on borrowed time.

Since the duke had no intention of remarrying, the council’s goal was to ensure Lucion produced an heir as soon as possible.

And, of course, with someone of their choosing.