How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending - Chapter 54.2
The moment Tristan laid eyes on me, his expression noticeably brightened. Even his voice seemed slightly higher.
“You are here. That is a relief. Now everyone can feel at ease.”
“……”
My shoulders felt unbearably heavy, as if I had carried a stack of rice cakes on my back. Why did everyone assume I could solve everything just by being here……
All I could do was glance at the original work and improvise to handle the situation at hand. Treating seriously ill patients who had fallen sick after a long voyage was far beyond my abilities.
I trudged over and stood gloomily beside Tristan. Seeing me slump like that, he widened his eyes and suddenly spoke.
“Ruellin. Are you not feeling well either? Open your mouth quickly.”
“Eh……?”
Why did he suddenly want me to open my mouth?
Before I could even ask in confusion, Tristan’s large hand cupped my cheek.
His thumb pressed gently against my lower lip, causing my closed mouth to part slightly. The cool sea breeze slipped softly through the gap.
His fingers began carefully exploring the inside of my mouth. His thumb moved cautiously and gently along my lips, gums, and even under my tongue.
The warmth radiating from his fingertips gradually grew hotter. It was as if he had placed a small flame inside my mouth, with heat rising wherever his touch passed. A tingling tension spread along my spine.
“Tr… Tristan……”
A muffled, garbled sound escaped my mouth, held captive by his hand. I felt both embarrassed and stunned. Oddly, my earlobes seemed to tingle warmly.
Yet Tristan paid no attention to my reaction and continued his meticulous inspection…… or something very close to it.
The noisy voices and frantic movements around us faded as if they had never existed. Only Tristan’s low, steady breathing remained clearly audible.
“That is fortunate.”
Finally, Tristan straightened his back as if relieved. He slowly withdrew his hand, yet his gaze remained fixed on my lips.
“It seems you have no issues. It is truly fortunate that there are no symptoms.”
“……”
What are you doing right now……? Checking for symptoms? With that strange look? By touching me? Am I the only one who feels this is unusual?
However, Tristan’s expression remained calm, even normal. I blushed, feeling as though I had imagined everything. Even now, the area around my lips that his fingers had touched still tingled. It burned as if a spark had been left behind. What is this……
Just as I tried to lower my head to avoid looking at him, I noticed Tristan frowning again. His marble-like face leaned closer. His blue eyes, filled with worry, scanned my face slowly.
“No. This does not look normal. Ruellin, are you really alright?”
If it were not for you, I might be fine. So please, move your face away……
My heart was already thumping erratically, and his perfectly handsome face filling my vision left me completely flustered. As if that were not enough, Tristan’s palm gently touched my forehead this time. His delicate hand slid down to brush my cheek and swept across my neck.
“……”
Stop it……
I could not speak. I had no idea what to do. What on earth was happening?
Without considering my state, Tristan furrowed his brows and spoke with concern.
“Your face is very red. You must have a fever. This will not do. Before attending this place, you must rest immediately.”
“Oh, no! I am not unwell at all.”
Why did he always act as if I had a fever just by seeing me? He should check his own behavior first. If anyone touched me with such lingering…… hands, of course my face would burn. Am I really the only one feeling this way?
But I could not argue about that.
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