We’re in a Contract Marriage, But I’ve Imprinted - Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Translator: Effe

Editor: Yonnee

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As Spencer slipped out of the bedroom, the only thing that could be heard was the quiet sound of her breathing.

The pheromones that the omega gave off subtly calmed his mind and body like the aromatherapy that was sometimes prepared for him by the attendants.

Even if it was barely there—perhaps less than a tenth of his own pheromones—it was enough.

So he stared at the small, pale hand that’s still held by his hand.

Like a lifeline.

For some reason or another, he was wrought with fear about the idea of facing her properly. So, he just watched. He thought it would be okay to capture her in his eyes.

Yes, just like how it was since their childhood.

He took the delicate Melissa in his eyes.

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What I noticed the moment I woke up was his pheromones, permeating the air.

Since he was usually a man who perfectly reined in his pheromones, I thought it was strange at first.

But I soon figured out why. When I lifted my eyelids, the first thing I saw was his face with his eyes closed.

It was the first time I’d seen him this way, even though we had spent several nights together. He’s sleeping next to me.

Never once had I seen him with his eyes closed. I was always the one who fell asleep first or passed out halfway through.

And the next time I’d wake up, he was already awake, waiting for me with a composed expression.

That’s why there were many times when I doubted whether the alpha I had spent the night with had truly been that man.

But seeing him sleeping while exhaling quietly, I felt like he was no different from me.

I knew that he was a sensitive person. So I stared at his face, paying attention to the sound of his breathing, in order to capture him even a little more.

I thought that an opportunity like this would never come again.

Before passing out, I admitted my true feelings. Even though it was just a miniscule matter in the grand scheme of things, the world I woke up to was like another world.

I felt a stronger need to feel him more in a closer place. I was filled with the urge to bring my hand over to his, to match our fingertips together—but the fear of waking him up stopped me from doing so.

All I could do was to touch him ever so lightly. All I could do was inhale his pheromones, which floated in the air, deeply and slowly.

The feeling of his pheromones filling the passage of my nose to the lungs gave me an indescribable sense of bliss.

It felt like my senses were getting hazy, as though I was inhaling something like a drug that I had heard of once.

I repeated the act of taking in his pheromone carefully so that he would not wake up.

“Are you awake?”

But it seemed like he was already awake.

Startled by the suddenness of his voice, I let go of his fingers that I was holding.

Then, he asked as he ran his hand through his hair.

It felt as if he was defending himself so I couldn’t touch him any further. I bit my lower lip silently.

“How do you feel?”

“…I think I’m okay.”

“Hmm. Stay here first.”

After he finished speaking, he got up without hesitation. In the meantime, I checked the clothes I was wearing. I don’t know who changed it, but I was wearing a negligee.

However, Ian was not wearing a jacket, vest, and cravat as usual, but was wearing only a loose shirt. It’s my first time seeing him like this, so I just stared at him blankly. He picked up a small silver bell and rang it once.

An attendant came right away.

“You called, sir?”

“Yes, bring something easy for the patient to eat.”

“Yes, Young Lord.”

After the attendant left, he poured a glass of water from a bottle prepared on the bedside table and sat down next to me.

Still lying down, I looked up at him wondering why he had brought water.

“You slept for a day and a half. Your throat must feel dry.”

Hearing his words, my throat was clearly dry. I quietly lifted myself up.

“Huht.”

As I stumbled, a large, hot hand grabbed my shoulder in an instant.

“Here, this way.”

It was not his usual cold voice, but it was a kind voice like when he talked to Monica. My heart wavered.

With his help, I leaned against the head of the bed and glanced at him while drinking lukewarm water.

Looking at the slightly disheveled bangs, my fingers curled in for no reason. My heart was agitated because he seemed to have been disturbed from taking care of me.

He had always appeared cold and composed before my eyes, as though he was impenetrable even by a sharp needle. But right now, he looked like he had just gone through a rut.

After admitting my feelings, there was no way to stop the flowing emotions. I didn’t want him to notice, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

He didn’t even notice me. I could read the worry that passed by as he sat down beside me and looked at me.

I wanted to greedily take even that level of attention. I wanted to shout that I could swallow anything from him sweetly.

But only my lips moved, and I made no sound. I opened my mouth slightly, like I wanted to say something.

I waited for words to come out, looking at the well-shaped lips and the little dot next to it.

I think I would be happy no matter what he said.

Then a knock on the door broke the strange silence.

“I’m coming in, Young Lord.”

An attendant brought a trolley into the bedroom. It was only then that I realized that this was his bedroom.

From the moment I opened my eyes, I didn’t even know where this place was because I was only looking at the alpha in front of me.

As I was belatedly flustered, Ian spoke to me.

“Sit up on the bed and eat.”

As he got out of bed and left, I wondered what he was going to say.

Looking at his back with regrets passing through my mind, the attendant set down the food so that I could eat comfortably.

The food on the glossy bed tray was thin but savory soup and bread that looked very soft.

The things were few, but this seemed just right in my stomach, which had become numb from hunger.

As I started to eat little by little while blowing on the hot seaweed soup, my gaze caught on him. Ian came back to sit next to me as the attendant moved.

That alone made all my senses turn to him again.

“Hmm.”

He looked at the soup and bread I was eating for a long time before asking the attendant.

“Is this the meal that the doctor prescribed?”

“Yes, sir. The doctor said to prepare food that would not burden the stomach for the first meal after the patient has woken up.”

“I see.”

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