Refusing Your Ex-Husband's Obsession: A Guide - Chapter 191
Chapter 191
Translator: Yonnee
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Ciel, overwhelmed by his emotions and entwined with her white body, felt confused between past memories and the present situation but vaguely understood what these symptoms meant. He laughed at himself, feeling foolish and pathetic.
Amidst his painful groans suddenly turning into laughter, Irene felt perplexed. Yet, her exhausted body could not even lift a finger.
Still, she gathered her last remaining strength to cradle Ciel’s head. Despite his larger frame, she felt a poignant sense of sympathy for him.
Gently stroking the back of his head, Irene could no longer resist and closed her eyes.
Did he know? That they had been intertwined for over a full day. Even if Irene was physically strong, that was an excruciatingly long time to endure.
Thump.
Ciel felt the hand stroking his head fall lifelessly and lifted his gaze.
“Irene?”
He called her, cupping her face, wanting to say something.
“Irene, I think….”
I think I’ve imprinted on you twice.
He wanted to tell her that, but the words wouldn’t come out easily.
Wasn’t imprinting supposed to be mutual? Could it be one-sided?
This thought filled him with bitterness, reflecting their relationship. As he gently caressed her rounded shoulder, trying to hide his emotions, he noticed something odd.
“Rin?”
Sitting up, he gently shook the unresponsive Irene.
“Rin.”
His voice, initially a whisper, began to rise.
“Rin, Rin? Honey!”
Only then did Ciel become aware of the current situation. Items with the ducal emblem, though unfamiliar, caught his eye. The room, seemingly a chamber in an annex, was in complete disarray.
Glass objects were pulverized, wooden items turned to black ash. The traces of his actions were evident.
He trembled as he looked down at the frail body beneath him, covered in purple bruises and red marks.
A wave of dizziness hit him.
“Ah…”
The realization that he had repeated the same mistake several times in the past left him speechless.
Ciel, feeling like a brutish animal, gasped for breath and shakily embraced Irene.
“Honey, Honey…”
No matter how healthy one could be, it wasn’t easy for a human to withstand an Esper.
He should have been beaten black and blue, yet why didn’t she restrain him?
In the past, as with now, he was unable to utter a word, overwhelmed by shock and guilt. Feeling as if his insides were crumbling, he held Irene tightly, weeping uncontrollably.
After regaining some composure, he frantically wrapped her up and returned to his room, calling for Rouman and the physician.
“…Fortunately, there are no severe injuries, and she seems to have fallen asleep. Please be careful not to wake her. She needs to rest now. And this white ointment is good for reddened skin, and the green one for bruises. It’s best to apply them regularly.”
After the physician left, Rouman brought various things and placed them on the bedside table.
“The water is lukewarm, not too cold, as you requested, sir, but I’ve prepared ice separately. Still, I recommend the lukewarm water. Be careful not to let Her Ladyship be dehydrated. I’ve also prepared some fruit for when she wakes up occasionally. And…”
Rouman explained everything needed, item by item. It was necessary, as Ciel was out of his mind. No one else could nurse Irene since Ciel had been holding her so tightly and would not let go.
After Rouman and the physician had gone, Ciel finally laid Irene, whom he had been hiding in his arms, onto the bed.
Silently crying, he soaked a towel in the water Rouman had prepared and started to gently clean Irene’s body. His hands moved effortlessly, a task he had often performed in the past, but sometimes they would stop and shake.
“…Acting like an idiot again.”
Every time this happened, he hated himself for being an Esper, wanting to beat himself up for treating his wife so roughly whenever he lost his rationality.
As delicately as touching a fragile fruit, he tenderly cleaned Irene’s body, then evenly applied ointment to the bruised and reddened areas.
His fingertips trembled with every touch. He looked at Irene with empty eyes, tears streaming down.
“Why did you just let me be like this?”
His gratitude was overshadowed by remorse towards Irene, who had accepted him entirely, even in his insensible state.
He wanted to die out of guilt. He felt useless, utterly unable to help her.
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