Chapter 129 - It’s Not As Cold As It Was Before (2) (1/2)

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Elena opened her jewel-like red eyes. She stared for a moment at the unfamiliar ceiling.

‘Where am I?’

Someone answered from her side, as if waiting for her to regain consciousness.

“Are you awake now?”

Elena turned her head in the direction of the leisurely voice. She sharply inhaled at the view before her. Carlisle was lying right next to her, his head propped on an elbow as he gazed at her with his mysterious blue eyes.

Beoltteog!

Elena bolted upright on the bed.

“…You look tired. Do you need to rest more?”

Carlisle didn’t sound doting at all. In fact, he sounded like he was scolding his wife who came in drunk.

“Where am I?”

“My room.”

Elena’s mouth dropped open at Carlisle’s blunt reply. She tried to figure out why she was brought here, and Carlisle seemed to recognize her concerns and answered.

“Where should I have taken you? It wouldn’t have been good if we were seen entering a hotel alone.”

“But Blaise mansion–”

Before Elena could finish speaking, Carlisle got up from bed and handed her a steaming cup of tea.

“Drink.”

Elena took the cup, warming her hands as she took a sip. The drink was warm and spicy on her tongue.

“What kind of tea is this?”

“Ginger tea. I prepared it in case you had frostbite.”

“…pub, kollog kollog.”

Elena choked on her ginger tea and started coughing violently. Carlisle handed her a handkerchief and patted her on the back.

“Drink slowly.”

Elena vaguely remembered what she had said before she fell unconscious. It had to be delusional ramblings from Carlisle’s point of view, but she discovered that she was ensconced in a thick blanket, and her feet were covered with soft socks. He must have looked after her after hearing about how she had frostbite.

‘…This is too much.’

Her head spun rapidly as she tried to think of an excuse. Elena had finally stopped coughing, and Carlisle spoke first.

“Now that you’re up, explain to me what you said before you fell asleep.”

“I…What did I say? I can’t remember.”

Elena feigned amnesia.

“You don’t remember? I don’t think you could describe something like that so realistically, unless you experienced it yourself.”

She struggled to keep a calm face, but inside she was inwardly scolding herself.

‘How strong was the drug that the Second Prince made?’

It seemed strong enough to cause her to be delirious. A milder drug would only have left her paralyzed, otherwise she wouldn’t have babbled nonsense and fallen unconscious.

“You mean how I suffered when I was born into the Blaise family? I was reading a novel before going to bed the other night, and I must have felt empathy for the heroine.”

Elena forced herself to smile.

“So it didn’t really happen.”

“Of course not.”

Elena hurriedly shook her head. Carlisle’s tensed face loosened, and he spoke in a soft voice.

“Thank goodness. If you actually had been in that kind of trouble…I would have been disturbed.”

She didn’t understand why he cared so much, but Elena was content to have escaped the situation for the time being. She almost threw Carlisle into confusion for all her nonsense, and she gave a secret sigh of relief.

“Now you must explain something else. What the hell happened at Redfield’s party?”

“Oh, that’s…”

There was a fierce look in Carlisle’s eyes. She knew if told the whole story, Carlisle would not sit still, but she determinedly stated the facts.

“As I went inside I noticed a strange smell. I observed everyone carefully, and the people there were consuming drugs.”

“Drugs?”