Chapter 60: "I was worried, too."

"I was worried, too."

"What?"

"I was worried about you, too. That's why I came all the way here."

Yelena did not miss the softening of her opponent's attitude.

"I heard you were sick...? I saw Ben come in here with a water basin and a towel. But you wouldn't let me in..."

Yelena felt a pang of sadness when she recalled what had happened in the hallway.

It wasn't that she had never been discriminated against or restricted before; however, this particular instance of discrimination pained her more than anything.

Yelena's voice was naturally clouded with sorrow.

"Of course, the butler has been with you much longer than I have. I know that. But... but I'm your wife."

She understood it in her head.

Yes, of course, a butler who has been with him for a long time would be more reliable than a wife who had not been married for less than two months and who he had no feelings for.

It was understandable if she thought about it rationally.

But her emotions refused to accept it.

No matter what, Yelena was the wife of her husband.

His wife, and his spouse.

They were a couple who swore in the name of God that they would cherish and love each other for the rest of their lives.

"Wife."

"Yes, I'm your wife. Although our marriage might just be for show... I'm still your wife, so why can't I even take care of my husband when he's sick?"

"That..."

"...or are you worried that I'll do something to you since you're ill and defenseless?"

"..."

"..."

Yelena was in great shock after uttering those words.

Come to think of it, she sneaked into his bedroom in the middle of the night and tried to attack a sleeping man. There was already a history where it was hard to build trust.

'That was why.'

Yelena's face turned bright red.

"Well, then you have greatly misunderstood. From now on, I'll never, ever do that again. You may not believe my words yet..."

Yelena began to ramble on due to the surging sense of shame.

"Hey, no. If you're worried about that, you can make sure the butler and I are always in the same place! Don't you think so?"

The last comment was a red herring.

Yelena raised her head as she tried to argue her point to her husband.

But then her husband's face, which was different from usual, caught her eye.

A red face.

The sweat on his forehead.

After briefly thinking about what that meant, Yelena jumped out of her chair.

"Darling, you have a fever! Lie down quickly."

Without saying anything more, Yelena forced him into bed and placed her hand on his forehead.

'...oh, my God.'

Yelena swallowed a sigh.

His forehead was like a ball of fire.

It was astonishing that he even managed to stand up and move around with a body in such a condition.

'Something to lower the fever...'

Yelena looked around frantically.

She could use any fabric, and if there wasn't any, she could tear her skirt.

'If I go into the bathroom, will there be any water from previously?'

At that moment, the door to her husband's bedroom, which had been closed, swung open.

Ben, who appeared with a filled basin and a new towel, stopped when he found Yelena.

"Ben."

"...Madam?"

Yelena was delighted to see what was in Ben's hands.

"How did you get here..."

"Is that important now? I'll explain everything to you later, so come put those things right here."

Yelena was in a hurry.

Her husband's forehead, which she had briefly touched, was too hot.

Ben stood frozen in his spot with a look of alarm, unable to do anything.

Then Duke Mayhard, who was lying down, motioned lightly to Ben.

He meant it was okay.

Ben, who gazed at Duke Mayhard and Yelena, sighed unexpectedly and laid the basin down beside Yelena.

Ben handed over the towel to Yelena and stepped back.

"I will go out now. Please excuse me, madam."

"What? You will?"

"Only one person is required."

Ben said so and walked out of bed without hesitation.

It was such a bland exit for a person who mobilized the knight to use force to prevent Yelena from entering the bedroom.

'Well, that's great.'

In that case, Yelena decided to care for her husband with all her heart and show him a different side of her from before.

Yelena soaked the towel with water and twisted it.

Pitter-patter.

Water dripped into the basin and made a loud noise.

Yelena began to thoroughly wipe her husband's face with a properly drained towel.

After wiping mainly the sweaty forehead and nape of the neck, the body remained.