Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts - Chapter 142

“I’ve been through this before, though.”

“What? Are you alright then?”

The surprised voice of the doctor’s immediately continued. It was quite understandable. Since she was young, she used to suffer from a cold for a month.

“As Mr. Arendt knows, I’ve always been on the risky side. Thanks to the proper prescription from the attending physician, I was able to pass it safely.”

“Do you…”

The doctor’s eyes peeked a glance at her face. His persistent glance only ceased itself after Molitia had paid him some attention.

“I’m just glad you are no longer sick. Now that you’re already an adult, you should be immune to most diseases.”

“I’m also glad if that’s to be the case.”

“Of course. Oh, I have to get going since I’m quite busy right now. I’m already pretty behind on my treatment schedule.”

“It’s been a long time since we last met each other, so it’s quite a pity.”

The doctor creased his wrinkly eyes with a voice filled with regret.

“Thank you for thinking of this old man. I hope that you will take good care of yourself.”

“Have a safe trip back home.”

Molitia saw him off from behind, where he had already hurried his own steps. Lyndon, who had been waiting outside the door, eventually approached her.

“Who was that?”

“He was a doctor who had been watching over me ever since I was a child.”

Molitia then looked right behind her once again. She had seen him even more than the times she saw her own father and mother.

“…was the only one who had looked at me like I was a real human being.”

It must have been because he felt sorry for her, but the fact that he could just touch her without shuddering at all made Molitia feel a lot stable durin that time.

“Is that so?”

“Oh, why didn’t I think of that before?”

Molitia belatedly recalled the usual medicine that had always been procured from the Count. It was definitely clear that he would have known about the same medicine as well.

“Maybe I could just invite him over to the Duchy next time. I’m sure he’ll give me some advice on my physical condition in the future since he already knows my initial condition well.”

“Then I’ll let the Duke know about this.”

“Okay. If you please, Lyndon.”

“Yes.”

Molitia grinned at Lyndon’s cool answer.

Then, Molitia suddenly fluttered open her round eyes instead of getting off the carriage.

Did the sun set already? Her gaze immediately turned towards the sky. The sun was still hanging up in the sky since she had come out of Marchioness Nibeia’s place even earlier than she had expected.

As she realized that the time hadn’t been wrong at all, her eyes widened a little.

“Raven? Did you finish early today?”

“That’s right. I just felt sorry for myself who left the office a few days after it had been dead into the night.”

Raven then reached out his hand in place of the knight. Those black leather gloves were presenting Molitia with the palm of his hand. With a light smile, her hand had been placed on top of his.

“I should have gone and met up with you first.”

“You don’t have to. You shouldn’t be going out to meet me all the time. Just do it when you really can.”

As if he was recalling that time, Raven flashed a rather complicated smile. A wife who dozed off while she was waiting for him. He felt sad with the way she had looked, but on the other hand, he didn’t wish to stop her since it was such a lovely sight.

It was pretty even when her soft neck was wobbling dangerously. As soon as he saw that, all the fatigue from when he worked all day long felt like it had been relieved.

He shouldn’t be doing this at all. Even though he was aware of it, he just couldn’t mutter that phrase easily; ‘go to bed first’—without the need to wait. It was also because of the fact that he might be quite heartbroken if he couldn’t meet her as well.

The hand that was still in contact held his hand tightly. Molitia, who was already out of the carriage, was smiling brightly in front of him.

“Welcome back, Molitia.”

“I’m back.”

“Have you been well?”

Molitia nodded her head.

“Did anything happen at the Marquis of Nibeia?”

“No. Oh, Marchioness Nibeia was suffering from a cold much worse than I thought. Considering the fact that it hadn’t been long since I’ve actually gotten better, I was sent back so quickly that I couldn’t really see the doctor.”