The Male Lead’s Sickly Aide is My Type - Chapter 91.2
Chapter 91.2
“You keep collapsing and falling asleep outside, so I need you to be healthy. It’s all for your own good, so come on, down the hatch!”
Archen wrinkled his nose at the bottle. He understood. The liquid in the bottle was far from fragrant.
“I need to know what it’s made of.”
Hmm. Well, if he knew, he wouldn’t be too keen on eating it.
“You don’t think I’d poison you, do you? You don’t trust me?”
“It’s not that, but…”
“Then, drink it quickly. It’s all for your own good, you know.”
Carinne brought the bottle back to his lips. At the mention of it being for his own good, he hesitated before grabbing the bottle. His face contorted as he tilted the bottle.
He coughed, sputtering.
“Ugh… This is the worst-tasting thing I’ve ever had.”
It should be. What was that made of? Troll tongue, maybe? Or eyeballs? But then again, healthy food was supposed to be tasteless.
Carinne was determined to make him finish the bottle, no matter what.
“Drink it quickly. Come on, be a good boy. Do it for me.”
She cheered him on with the heart of a cheerleader, cheering someone running with a baton. He grimaced and gulped down the remaining liquid.
After finishing the bottle, he declared.
“I’m never drinking that again.”
‘Oh boy, here comes the trouble.’
Carinne pondered how much money she had spent and then placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Look, Archen. Remember the box the postman brought a few days ago?”
“Yes. It looked heavy. What was inside?”
“This is it.”
“Huh?”
“That box is full of this.”
“….”
“You have to drink one bottle a day from now on. You have to, no matter what. It was hard to get.”
His face gradually turned pale from top to bottom. On top of that, Carinne added a threat.
“If you don’t drink it, you’ll be sleeping in separate rooms.”
“….”
It was a short and powerful threat. This much should be enough, right?
It seemed that the threat worked, and he froze like a broken clock. With his lips slightly parted, he seemed to be in deep contemplation.
Not giving him time to think, Carinne handed him a bowl.
“Here, eat this as well. This one you have to chew.”
“…What is this again?”
Should she tell him? It wasn’t like she didn’t know the ingredients. Carinne could recite the origin of every food on the table. Who ordered them? Obviously her. However, this was something she could never reveal. Never, even if she died and came back to life.
Carinne smiled brightly and brought what was in the bowl to his mouth.
“It’s good for your body.”
Instead of opening his mouth, he sniffed it. A frown appeared between his fine eyebrows.
“Do you want to sleep in separate rooms?”
“….”
He reluctantly opened his mouth.
The square, hard, unidentified object slipped into his mouth. Carinne watched him chew and swallow it, then clapped her hands with a satisfied smile. Even after that, Carinne made him eat several more things to drink and unidentified foods.
Whenever he hesitated, she would whisper, “Separate rooms.”
“That’s it. You did well.”
When he finished the last bottle, she ordered a maid to bring a glass of water. Archen took the glass and emptied it. After rinsing his mouth thoroughly, he dusted off his trouser legs and stood up.
“Now it’s my turn.”
“Huh? What do you mean…”
“I made you eat all sorts of horrible things, so you must be prepared.”
He strode over and swept her up in his arms.
“What are you doing… uh…”
Not only was she lifted, but she was also engulfed by him. It was a surprise kiss. Did eating healthy food give him extra strength? If he was going to kiss her, he should have just done it without lifting her up.
…Not that she disliked it. In fact, it felt good. It wasn’t every day you got swept off your feet by a strong man. And even more so when you were kissing in that position.
Carinne wrapped her arms around his neck and responded to the kiss willingly.
Amidst their intertwined breaths, his solid chest pressed against her arms. It was a thought that crossed her mind every time they slept in each other’s arms, but his chest was quite nice. His arms and legs were also strong, he had hidden strength, and his height was, well, needless to say.
He was a boyfriend who was perfect for her in many ways.
Did he know she was thinking this? What kind of boyfriend did he consider himself to be?
Suddenly, she remembered him saying he was more of a brain than a brawn type. What did he say back then?
Did he say he was also active in extracurricular activities at the academy? Pretending she had forgotten what she heard, she thought it would be fun to see his reaction if she feigned surprise and said, “Archen, you have muscles too?”
The kiss continued without end, even though normally, they would have parted by now and exchanged a deep look. He would have said something like, “I love you, Princess,” though he showed no signs of stopping the kiss.
His persistence made her feel a little strange.
Should she say he was hungry today? Or that he was being pushy? It felt like she was kissing someone who had been starving for days.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to her.
‘There was one health food that had side effects.’
…What was it again?
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