Chapter 42 - …The Only Time (2) (1/2)

Ch. 42 …The Only Time (2)

The first thing Mirabelle did when she woke up the next day was ask about her mysterious savior.

“Sister, where is the man who looks like my teddy bear?”

“…What?”

“I mean the dark-haired man. Didn’t you see him yesterday?”

Elena feigned ignorance about Kuhn. There was no explanation she could give her sister. She was unable to explain that he was a man assigned by the crown prince to her, much less say that an outsider stayed in her room late last night.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

Mirabelle’s face crumpled in disappointment. She already looked quite sickly, but with her sullen expression on top of that Elena could not help but feel a pang of guilt in heart.

“Why are you looking for someone like that?”

“…”

“Did you want to thank him for helping you?”

“…I told him not to go, but he left.”

Mirabelle clutched at the coat jacket around her. It wasn’t until she woke up, free from the fog of pain, did she remember what he looked like. Before Mirabelle suddenly lost consciousness, she recalled the last few words she had with him.

“I’m not a teddy bear.”

Anyone would be embarrassed if they were suddenly asked if they were a teddy bear, but he replied with such a strange calm. Mirabelle might have giggled if it weren’t for her condition.

The man’s blue-black hair was astonishingly similar to the color of her teddy bear’s. It was not a common color among the population. Perhaps in her feverish haze she was desperate to see her bear come to life.

“Let go of me, please. I need to bring someone else in.”

“It’s okay…Just stay here, please. It won’t be any good if the doctor comes anyway.”

“You need to see a doctor.”

Kuhn made to pull away from Mirabelle’s grip several times, but each time Mirabelle pulled his coat even harder. She didn’t want to be alone. She hated being left alone while in pain.

Kuhn could have easily pulled himself out of Mirabelle’s grasp, but he seemed to be debating with himself with what to do. Kuhn looked rather distant to Mirabelle, but it was somewhat comforting compared to the looks of pity or sadness she was often given.

“Don’t…leave me alone.”

“…”

“When I’m sick…I hate being alone.”

“…”

“It’ll be fine if you stay a little bit…so please stay here…”