Chapter 38 - No Other Answers (2) (1/2)
Ch. 38 No Other Answers (2)
Kuhn did not answer the question, and simply placed his calloused hand on Mirabelle’s forehead. His hand was a cool relief against her hot body.
“What can I do for you? Shall I call the maid? I can call a doctor, but it will take some time.”
Mirabelle was more aware of her physical condition than anyone else. Her body was born weak at birth, not because of a special disease. An obscure malady, was what people called it. It hurt, and she had fallen. The pain was tearing her stomach and her body.
“There must be a painkiller somewhere in this room. First…”
Kuhn began to rummage through the room even before she finished speaking. After opening some drawers, he found the medicine and brought a cup of water on a tray. Kuhn lifted Mirabelle by the shoulder to raise her upper body, and she lifted the cup to her mouth and swallowed down the water and the medicine. It was only after that did she properly look at the man supporting her. His dark blue hair, pale skin, blank-looking eyes, and a stiff mouth gave her a very cold impression.
“…My…teddy bear?”
Mirabelle was just about to make him out through her dim haze of pain. He looked just liked the teddy bear that sat next to her bed.
“Do I have to bring it to you?”
Though Mirabelle was dazed, she felt momentarily annoyed. She wasn’t asking him to bring her teddy bear. She was saying that it was as if her teddy bear had come to life before her.
“I will call the maid and the doctor right away, so tell them to bring whatever you want then. The bear is not something that’s directly needed for treatment.”
“No, it’s not…”
Before Mirabelle could finish, he braced one arm on her back then put another under her knees to lift her up.
“Ah!”
Mirabelle let out a weak scream as her body was lifted up. Kuhn ignored her response and laid her in Elena’s bed. He looked down at Mirabelle, who was pale with pain, and spoke to her firmly.
“Now just–”
Before he could finish what he was about to say, he suddenly stiffened. Mirabelle had reached out with a small hand to touch Kuhn’s cheek.
“Are you really my teddy bear?”
The warmth and softness of Mirabelle’s hand was the first he had experienced in his life. In Kuhn’s emotionless gray eyes was a flicker of embarrassment.
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“How do you like it?”
The person who came to deliver Mirabelle’s butterfly hairpin was none other than the man from the jewelry store. Even though he was a simple clerk, Elena didn’t expect him to meet her personally. Perhaps the clerk noticed her uncertainty, and gave her a reassuring smile.