THIBV - Chapter 53




Julian bit his lip and barely managed to get up.

Bridget broke free from his embrace and supported him.

"Ha."

He took a deep breath and leaned back against the wall.

After the attack, his whole body ached and he felt exhausted as if he had been crushed by a rock.

Still, it was much better than other times.

If It had been like this, he would have just been lying there for a while without being able to move a finger, but now it was bearable.

Even in pain, he felt refreshed as if his blocked breathing had been cleared.

It was a familiar feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.

'You purified me.'

It was clear that Bridget's energy had passed through him.

Just as a tree that has lost its leaves after suffering from the bitter wind all winter long, but then gains strength and sprouts new buds in the spring... Bridget's light gave him strength.

It wasn't a mental thing. It was a physical vitality.

The energy of spring makes it feel like he can easily survive another year.

He can't forget the memory of how crazy Bridget's light felt.

But after actually being purified, he always thinks that it is much better than he remembered.

It was the same even then.

It was like being in a cradle.

'Damn, this is so good I want to die.'

He wanted to fall into a deep, defenseless sleep in Bridget's warm arms.

But Julian shook off the sweet temptation.

'What was I doing anyway?"

He was curious.

Why on earth was he on top of Bridget?

He was unable to come to his senses for a while, but then he suddenly came to his senses with a pounding heart and a feeling of his body melting.

It was a sensation that stimulated his lust.

Just then, Bridget opened her lips.

He thinks they probably kissed.

'Am I crazy and behaving like an animal?'

A feeling of anxiety came over him.

No matter what, he's never acted so absent-mindedly before.

Julian glanced at Bridget's expression.

Bridget held back tears that threatened to spill over, her face full of worry.

Fortunately, he didn't think he had done anything too bad, as his tears didn't seem to contain any disgust or fear.

"Stop crying."

He wanted to raise his hand and wipe away those pitiful tears.

But Julian chose to turn his head away.

"Are you feeling better? Are you okay?"

"It's nothing. There's no need to make a fuss."

Julian sat up.

The words that came out of his mouth were extremely cold.

"How far are you going to chase me? It's annoying."

Bridget must know, seeing as she's seen this too.

He didn't have much time left.

He wishes Bridget would just run away and say she couldn't do government contracts or anything.

"You shouldn't think about attacking me from behind again now that you know my weakness. Even if I die right now, I won't fall for your tricks twice as long as I'm alive."

He spewed out sharp words.

In fact, he blurted out what he was saying without even knowing what he was saying because he was watching Bridget's expression.

He also put force into his voice to make it sound like he was angry.

But Bridget didn't even flinch.

"Don't think like that. And don't let anyone trick you."

She held Julian's blood-stained hand.

"I will never let go of this hand. Even if you scare me and annoy me, even if you push me away, I will not go. I will stay by your side."

It seemed as if she had read all of Julian's thoughts before speaking.

Julian doesn't know why he always finds himself speechless when talking to Bridget.

Julian licked his lips, then closed them.

Bridget bravely embraced Julian.

"I won't leave you to suffer alone from now on."

Julian couldn't push Brigitte any further.

He was relieved to hear that she would stay by his side even though he had hoped she would run away.

I love you.

Stay by my side.

Don't leave me.

Julian barely swallowed the words that were rising to his throat.

He doesn't know how much longer he can endure this.

To Julian, who lived in winter, Bridget was spring.

Irresistibly permeating.

***

Even seeing the two people covered in blood, Millea did not panic.

She thinks she knows roughly what happened.

She also knew that Julian occasionally had seizures.

Instead of leaving Bridget in Anna's care while Julian was washing, Millea took care of her herself.

She washed the blood off and put on a new dress.

Meanwhile, Bridget lost her senses for a moment.

The sight of blood spurting out of the air, and the horrible black hands kept coming to mind.

Then, she remembered herself hugging him and kissing him, and her breathing stopped.

'You can't remember... right?'

It was an action intended to stimulate Julian, who was not in his right mind.

As soon as she felt like he had come to his senses, Bridget stopped.

Julian, who came to his senses, had an expression on his face that showed he knew nothing.

It was as chilly as ever.

'Would you have been angry if you knew I did that?'

She doesn't know why she's curious about this.

Bridget couldn't decide whether to be relieved or disappointed that he couldn't remember.

'I saw you in so much pain, and yet I wonder if you remember kissing me or not.'

Bridget was amazed.

Millea, who had put the new dress on her, muttered as she adjusted her clothes one last time.

"I bet you liked that dress earlier..."

Hearing that sound, Bridget came to her senses.

Now the dress was fine.

Until this morning, the dress had been important, but after what had just happened, it felt trivial.

"What about Isaac?"

A lot of time has passed since they were supposed to meet.

"I said that royalty enjoys making others wait, and he said he'd be happy to wait for that."

Seeing Millea speak so contemptuously, Bridget could guess what tone and expression Isaac had when he said that.

'I must have flattered you a lot.'

He would have said yes even if she asked him to wait all night.

She would have liked to have left Isaac alone, but she had to go now for the sake of Count Nicholas, who had come as a witness.

"Tell His Majesty that I will go first. See you later, Millea."

Julian was upset that Bridget had seen him having a seizure.

She thought he must have hated seeing her because she kept ignoring him and just saying what she wanted to say while he kept getting angry and pushing her away.

So Bridget thought she should give Julian some time to sort out his feelings.

No, actually, they're all excuses.

It was awkward to look him in the face right now.

She's also worried that Isaac might do something funny when he's alone.

Bridget headed to the reception room without waiting for Julian.

***

Julian was not much different from Bridget.

While he was washing, while he was getting out of the shower, and while he was getting dressed, he kept thinking of Bridget.

'It was definitely a kiss.:

As time passed and he looked back calmly, he vaguely remembered the situation at the time.

In particular, he clearly remembers the feeling of being pulled out of the world of the unconscious and into reality.

'That was a mind-blowing kiss, too.'

The tips of his ears were red as he touched his lips expressionlessly.

Julian bit his lips for no reason.

Julian's face lit up as he ruminates on that kiss.

He didn't look like the person who had suffered a seizure just moments ago.

He suddenly realized that he was enjoying Bridget's kiss and flinched.

'You're crazy.'

But he couldn't stop thinking about it...

He's kissed Bridget before too.

At that time, It was a shy, playful kiss.

Since when did she learn to kiss so boldly?

Who taught her this?

As soon as the thought reached that point, Julian let out a groan of discomfort.

If she learned it from someone, how could it be more than just one person?

Isaac Winston.

'I understand that he left for the Kingdom of Russel right after the wedding.'

Should he come back and lay a hand on Bridget?

Even so, it was natural.

Because that bastard is Bridget's husband.

'He have the right.'

He gritted his teeth.

Today they will sign a contract to intercept that right.

The official government contract was a contract that took away the husband's rights illegally.

That bastard can't touch Bridget anymore.

Now he understand why Josephine was so anxious about losing her throne.

Who knew power could taste so sweet?

He realized this after three years on the throne.

Millea knocked on the door.

"Your Majesty. Shall I help you prepare?"

Julian did not usually receive any help such as washing or changing clothes.

But today, he felt like he was getting ready late, so he came to hurry.

"Bridget? Is she ready?"

"Bridget has already gone to the reception room to greet Viscount Winston."

"...I see."

His expression hardened a little.


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