Marriage with a Suspiciously Demure Husband - Chapter 88.2
Chapter 88.2
Frowning, I decided to take a closer look at the newspaper articles I had collected. There might be something I’ve missed.
The morning newspaper lay unread, as I had been briefly out.
“…What is it?”
I muttered, feeling a cool scent approach before a man leaned in next to me, resting his chin on my shoulder.
“Just seeing what my wife is looking at.”
He had just showered, his hair still damp, falling over his forehead. Surely, he didn’t leave his hair partially dried on purpose because I had once said he looked sexy when wet. His actions were suspicious, making me feel like I was going to get caught in a trap.
“Dry your hair. And close your robe.”
“Yeah. Hmm…”
“You didn’t catch a cold, did you?”
I asked, glancing at him.
“Hm? Why?”
“Just because you’re coughing.”
Kairos, who had been roughly drying his hair with a towel, stopped.
“Ahem, cough.”
“It’s because you didn’t dry your hair. Why are you getting closer?”
“See if I have a cold.”
“…You know your own body better than anyone.”
“See if I have a fever.”
I pushed his face away with my shoulder and picked up the newspaper.
“No, I’m not a doctor…”
A large headline caught my eye, and the article read:
[ The sponsorship project that Count Gadiel and the Countess have been doing for years has been revealed to be a means of embezzlement, causing a major controversy. …The Countess of Gadiel, who also received the Laurel Award bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor, was accused of forcing children at the orphanage to… The reporter visited the Imperial Palace regarding the issue of whether to take back the award… ]
“Hazel?”
“…Just a moment.”
“….”
I looked at the newspaper more closely. Was it two weeks ago that I saw the Countess of Gadiel at the palace? She seemed fine then.
Judging by the article alone, it seemed like it blew up quite seriously. Looking at the fact that even the family home was confiscated and searched, it appeared that she was still forcing children to believe in God.
The article also mentioned that evidence of child abuse was found. There were mixed opinions on whether to take back the Laurel Award bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor.
As I read further, it seemed that even the side-related businesses were being investigated.
It was as if they were being dusted off and completely exposed. It was strange that this article came out not long after I briefly encountered her.
“What are you looking at so intently?”
Kairos tried to lean his chin on my shoulder again.
“… It’s nothing.”
I folded the newspaper in half and put it aside, thinking there was nothing more to see. But my eyes went back to it.
It was strange, but I felt a sense of satisfaction even though I didn’t experience it myself. Maybe it was because I’ve been having nightmares for over a year. Still, there was something strange. I didn’t know that the Count and Countess of Gadiel were known to have perverse sexual tendencies.
They always wore clothes that covered their skin, even when they went out on summer days. The Countess of Gadiel, in particular, always wore gloves when she went out and never wore a dress that showed her ankles.
Except for their strange efforts to get rid of dark magic, they always seemed to be model citizens, even at home, so I thought they were far from having perverse tendencies.
But a pervert, huh.
Well, it was too much to inject a strange injection that would suppress dark magic and keep them in a white room to make them copy the scriptures over a hundred times. And it was wrong to force a child who couldn’t control their dark magic to drink holy water.
Even though I didn’t experience it, it wasn’t right to do that to a child. It was a good thing they were paying the price. In the meantime, I put my hand on Kairos’ forehead, who was slowly bringing his face to my lips.
And this man.
Honestly, my fear of this man has decreased to a surprising degree lately. Sometimes he seems trivial, as he plays uninteresting pranks while watching my mood.
Just like… right now.
At this point, I wondered if he was Noah wearing the shell of Kairos, or Kairos wearing the shell of Noah.
A cold.
A person with dark magic resistance and immunity to poison, catching a cold?
“You don’t have a fever. I don’t think it’s a cold. Even if you do, you’ll be fine if you sleep.”
I made a rough diagnosis and got up from my seat. But as soon as I took a step, my hand was pulled back.
“Hazel.”
“What again?”
“Give me some time tomorrow.”
“Are you going to the palace?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
“I want to go on a date with you.”
“I’m busy…”
“I know you don’t have any appointments tomorrow. We’ve never been on a date in Elcard.”
“….”
“Huh? And go somewhere nice.”
I pondered for a moment before nodding briefly.
Come to think of it, I haven’t had a proper break in a while. Anyway, if I went out alone, the escorts would follow me around, so it didn’t seem like a big deal to go out with this man.
“…Alright, so dry your hair. I’m going to sleep.”
“Yes, my wife.”
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