My Sweet Deceiver - Chapter 52

“Why?”

 

The woman answered his question with a firm face.

 

“I don’t want to look forward to it, be disappointed, and be hurt again.”

 

“…”

 

Dennis silently raised her hand and tucked the woman’s hair behind her ear.

 

Her white and small forehead was revealed.

 

He caressed the woman’s hair, forehead, and flushed cheeks.

 

“You have been in the water for too long. You’ll catch a cold. Come out.”

 

He grabbed a white towel from the basket.

 

“Answer me first, Prince.”

 

“When you come out of the water.”

 

“No.”

 

“Don’t be stubborn.”

 

With a sigh, he lifted Tehez from the drowning waters, pulled her out, and wiped her dry.

 

Tehez was twisting her body and soon calmed down as she realized it was useless.

 

“Prince is the same as me. You, too, are avoiding it,” said Tehez, who had been wiped dry.

 

A sullen voice.

 

It was like as if Dennis was dealing with a child.

 

“Now, shall we get dressed?”

 

“Please answer first. Are you going to get over it again like this?”

 

Dennis took the shower robe off the hanger and put it on the woman.

 

“Let’s go to the bedroom.”

 

“I don’t like it.”

 

“Aren’t you going?”

 

“If you want to go, go alone.”

 

The woman tightened her chin and pursed her lips.

 

It was a gesture that she would never move until he answered.

 

A silent confrontation, again.

 

And… Tehez sneezed twice in a row.

 

Dennis carried her on his shoulders as if she were a sack.

 

It happened in an instant.

 

Tehez swung her arms and legs, and slapped him on the back as she struggled and protested.

 

“Let me go!”

 

“No. My wife doesn’t listen to me, so I will do what I want.”

 

Then he walked out into the hallway, carrying her on his shoulders.

 

When the maids, passing by from the other side, saw the couple, they bowed their heads in surprise and dispersed.

 

He was about to go like this all the way to her room at the end of the hallway.

 

“Blood rushing to my face!”

 

The woman shouted and slapped his back with her palm.

 

She must have been very angry, as her hands were quite fierce.

 

Entering the bedroom, Dennis threw Tehez into the bed.

 

She rolled over and looked up at him like a cat with its fur upright.

 

Dennis’ back and stomach were burning red as she hit with her hands and feet, wielded at will. Her handprints were clearly visible on his upper body as he wasn’t even wearing a shirt.

 

He crossed his arms and stood at the bedside, looking down at Tehez.

 

“Why is my wife so stubborn today?”

 

She looked at him with her eyes wide open.

 

“Oh?! I’m stubborn? If you could have just answered me earlier, it would have ended then and there, right?”

 

“You’ll catch a cold. Were you going to keep fighting in the bathroom [email protected]? Well, I’m not bad at taking care. Nursing care is a specification.”

 

“…”

 

“Now tell me.”

 

He looked down as if he were being generous to her.

 

Tehez shouted with an absurd expression on her face.

 

“Why are you always selfish? I don’t care if you’re nice to me! Why do you confuse me?”

 

“What did I do?”

 

“On the first night, and last time! You said that you don’t love me. But why did you say that I’m your world? Why are you making me look forward to you by saying that!”

 

“Tehez, that’s-”

 

He tried to refute, but she didn’t mind and continued.

 

“You have no idea what I like or what I hate. When you said I was your world, was it a lie? Why did you lie? You don’t even have to lie to me. But why do you come and comfort me whenever I’m having a hard time? Why, why the hell?!”

 

The woman gasped for her breath, apparently frustrated and angry.

 

The woman, holding her breath, asked in a low voice.

 

“Did I look funny?”

 

“It is absolutely not true. Tehez, you have a misunderstanding.”

 

“Treat me coldly so that I don’t keep any expectations. Just like you did the first night.”

 

Tears welled up in the woman’s eyes. But she looked up at the ceiling as if swallowing her tears, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

 

The woman looked determined to hear the answer tonight.

 

Dennis sat down on the bed.

 

He looked at Tehez with gentle eyes.

 

“…It’s true when I said you were my world.”

 

He carefully tightened her shower robe, which had gotten loose from the riot earlier.

 

“As you said, I’ve been indifferent. I’ve been mean to you….”

 

“…”

 

He stroked her face gently.

 

“It was painful to see your face. It reminds me of the things I lost. I wandered a lot after my mother left.”

 

“…”

 

“…And I didn’t want to marry you either.”

 

“I know.”

 

That he did not want this marriage was a fact that Tehez knew well.

 

She was the only one who fervently wanted this marriage.

 

“Did you?”

 

Dennis smiled weakly and looked at her.

 

“I’m sorry, I’ve hurt you with my problems.”

 

“I accepted it even though I knew it all.”

 

Tehez lowered her head and looked at her clenched hands.

 

“So far, I’ve never achieved what I wanted. Everything felt unhappy and meaningless. I lost my mother, and on the one hand, I wanted revenge by surviving, and on the other hand, I wanted to die.”

 

“…”

 

“I thought there was no point in living.”

 

It was what she heard from 6his own mouth. She was just guessing, though.

 

She couldn’t believe he had been living like this so far…

 

He smiled as if nothing had happened and spoke brightly.

 

“But you know what?”

 

“What?”

 

“You are not the one who hurt me. You are just my wife, Tehez.”

 

Tehez asked as his words didn’t make sense to him.

 

“What does that mean?”

 

“It means I will always be by your side from now on. 10 years or 20 years.”

 

“…”

 

“I don’t know what to say about this.”

 

He paused to organize his thoughts.

 

“Tehez, I think nothing lasts forever. So does love. The person who passed on my blood is proof of that. I grew up reflecting on that proposition.”

 

She was silently listening to his sudden words.

 

“But when I see you… It’s my first time feeling like this, so I don’t know…” he sighed and said.

 

“I’m just thinking of you deeply. Tehez, I wish I could be by your side from now on…”

 

It was his sincerity.

 

He was embarrassed to bring out the truth, so he wiped his face dry one after another.

 

Tehez answered in a weak, slightly trembling voice.

 

“Why, why, why are you saying that again? How much do you want to hold me and shake me?”

 

Dennis grinned and fiddled with the knot in Tehez’s shower robe, which he had tidied up.

 

“Well, I want to tear you apart and eat you, but I don’t want to hold you and shake you.”

 

“…”

 

“You are like a ripe peach now.”

 

Tehez didn’t say anything.

 

“Even if I’m a little ignorant, I’m not an idiot. We’re not like that right now, are we?”

 

On the contrary, Tehez asked again with an absurd expression on her face.

 

“What kind of mood is that?”

 

“Are you in the mood to appreciate the beauty of your body? Actually, I haven’t seen it properly. And Tehez, you know, I was the first to serve you in the bath.”

 

“When you spilt wine…”

 

Tehez corrected him.

 

He corrected his words, thinking he had washed her with wine like blood.

 

“Oh yes, it’s the second time. I usually take off my clothes, but when I take a bath, I put on my clothes…”

 

“What? By the way-” Tehez interrupted his attempt to flow in a strange direction.

 

“Anyway, the order is the opposite of usual. So it was different. Do you want me to do it again later?”

 

“That’s enough.”

 

She mercilessly cut off his words.

 

But he wasn’t hurt at all, and he continued to chatter.

 

“Next time, I’ll stock up on good oil in advance. Maybe I have a talent for giving a bath.”

 

Tehez didn’t answer.

 

“After the bath, the first and second favourite things in my wife’s body are bitten, washed, licked-”

 

“Stop talking! Prince, why is the story always going that way? Why can’t we have a serious conversation?”

 

Dennis smiled charmingly as Tehez yelled, and said, “How am I supposed to eat something like this? My wife should take care of me.”

 

“What?”

 

Sitting on the side of the bed, he lay down on the bed. Then he picked up the woman he was sitting on and put her on top of him.

 

A bewildered woman looked down at him.

 

“Ah. So Tehez, how about this? Let me know about you every once in a while. What book are you reading these days, what time of the day do you like, and what kind of gift did you feel the best?”

 

“…I don’t think it’s a good deal for me. Isn’t it only good for the Prince?”

 

“Did you get it?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Dennis laughed out loud. Then, naturally, he untied the knot in her well-tied shower robe.

 

“Can’t you just let it slide?”

 

“Yes, You’re in trouble today. The conversation is not over yet, Prince.”

 

Tehez tied the knot again.

 

Tight, so that it never loosens.

 

Her face, which tied the knot, was rigid.

 

“Strict. Okay.”

 

He got up, lowered the woman above him, and put her on the seat next to him.

 

Her wet hair was messy.

 

“Then shall I dry her hair first?”

 

He got out of bed and brought a new towel.

 

“Come on.”

 

The woman procrastinated and turned her body.

 

With his rough hand, he squeezed the remaining water from the woman’s head.

 

“It hurts.”

 

It sounded like her scalp had been pulled, and she felt sick.

 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll take it easy.”

 

“You’re not good at this.”

 

“Because it’s my first time doing it.”

 

And he added, as an excuse, that her hair was short, so he only needed to brush it once.

 

Tehez, turning her back, shrugged her shoulders as if smiling somehow.

 

Then she stopped laughing and said in a fierce voice.

 

“Our conversation is not over yet, Prince.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“So, don’t let it slide again this time.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Why are you so obedient today? Good.”

 

That’s what he used to say to her.

 

‘Good.’

 

Dennis didn’t answer, but only gently pressed the woman’s hair and dried it.

 

Perhaps because she was relaxed, he heard a yawn.

 

“But… I’m sleepy.”

 

“Let’s go.”

 

“No, not yet… I have something to ask.”

 

It was a sulky voice.

 

“You can ask me later.”

 

“Do you think I’m going to sleep? Not a chance.”

 

She turned down Dennis’ offer like a sleeping child.

 

“…”

 

Dennis pressed down on the woman’s head.

 

A few minutes later.

 

The woman’s head dropped sharply.

 

Dennis held the woman on his back, gently covering her with a blanket.

 

The sleeping woman’s cheeks were still flushed.

 

‘You must have been tired.’

 

Because she took a bath, and there was a disturbance.

 

Dennis looked at the clock.

 

It was past two o’clock in the morning.

 

The usual late bedtime.

 

But it felt different than usual.

 

He lifted the blanket slightly and lay down next to the woman.

 

A feeling of languor and rest.

 

Drowsiness began to pour in.

 

(To be continued in the next episode)

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