My Husband Hates Me, But He Lost His Memories - Chapter 131.2
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It seems I must have dozed off.
Was the book dull, or was I just tired from the wedding preparations day after day…
“…You can sleep more if you’d like.”
Someone was gently stroking my hair with a tender and warm voice. The spot I was lying in… felt as cozy as a sunny meadow at midday.
I was sure I had fallen asleep in the armchair…
“You seem very tired. You should take care not to overexert yourself.”
It was a kind whisper filled with concern. Who could this person be… who would worry about me so? Just for dozing off briefly…
‘Overprotective…’
My thoughts flowed smoothly until they reached that point, and suddenly my consciousness cleared up.
There was only one person recently who had been overly protective of me.
“…Theodore.”
I murmured slowly and blinked my eyes. Now I could see him properly. The haze of dreaminess lifted, and the sharpness of reality hit me.
His beautifully curved pale blue eyes fixed on me. Theodore had just finished a shower. There droplets cascaded down his dark hair, carrying a subtle fragrance that followed the air currents.
He smiled slightly towards me.
“You can sleep more if you’d like.”
“…What time is it?”
I asked, looking at his damp appearance, then came to my senses and was about to get up from the bed. Theodore supported me by the shoulders, and we both ended up sitting side by side on the bed.
“It’s eleven at night.”
“…Have I really slept that long?”
I must have dozed off around 9 PM. Time had flown to 11 PM…. I must really be tired. Rubbing my dry eyes, I sighed deeply. I was aware of Theodore’s intense gaze on me.
“Shall I get some warm tea or milk? It might be good to have something light. It might be hard to fall back asleep right away.”
Theodore, who was now quite the expert on my habits, gently suggested. He knew well that I had trouble falling back asleep if I woke up in the middle of the night.
“I’m not really hungry… Oh, I just remembered, we received honey as a gift recently and I completely forgot about it.”
Seizing the moment, I decided to head down to the kitchen myself to fetch the jar of honey. Theodore followed me closely, and the servants looked perplexed at our actions.
“Viscount, please let us handle this…”
“Viscount, you shouldn’t have to do this yourself.”
After reassuring them over twenty times that it was fine, I managed to convince them to step back. I brewed some black tea and milk to make milk tea, into which I stirred a generous amount of honey.
Taking a sip, it was incredibly sweet, something a child might enjoy, but occasionally, such a treat isn’t so bad.
“Let me carry this. Please, hand it over.”
I had just loaded the teapot and cups on a tray, and as I lifted it, Theodore hurried over to take it from me.
I passed it to him without protest, and then led the way back, with Theodore quietly following behind with the tray.
Back into the room, we settled into the chairs around the tea table where Theodore had thoughtfully arranged the refreshments.
I hadn’t planned on cookies, but it seemed the servants had sneakily added them. The combination of sweet milk tea with cookies would surely make everything overwhelmingly sweet…. yet I have no other choice but to eat a little in appreciation of the servants’ thoughtfulness.
“Here, have some.”
I took the teapot from Theodore’s hands and poured the milk tea into his cup. He lifted the cup with a sort of reverence, closed his eyes, and took a sip.
His eyes widened in surprise as he drank.
“It’s delicious.”
“…Isn’t it too sweet?”
“No, it’s just perfect.”
His liking for sweet things always surprised me. His inability to handle spicy foods was another unexpected trait. Is it rude to say it’s almost child-like in its way.
“It tastes better because you made it.”
“It’s just black tea with honey and milk.”
“Still, it’s the best drink I’ve had in my life.”
“That’s an exaggeration.”
I chuckled lightly and sipped my milk tea before picking up a cookie. The soft butter cookie melted delightfully in my mouth.
It was indeed very sweet, but not unpleasantly so.