Divorce Manual

Chapter 29

I cough, feeling my ears burning.

"It's a harsh treatment for the newlyweds."

Lejan says with a straight face.

"Lejan, noisy—"

"So please be patient for a while. Oh right. You should sleep in separate room—"

Of course, Lejan would say such a sly thing.

"Right!"

Having received the instruction, I strongly affirm with him regarding sleeping separately.

"... ... ."

Charles, Lejan, Ledin and Pope are so quiet that they could be mistaken for a wall.

They're all silent except me.

Then they look at Charles with a pitiful face.

.

.

I swear to God.

"I knew that Dr. Lejan would prescribe such treatment, so I'll leave you alone—"

I know that I'm trying to make my lie sounds believable.

"I understand."

He responds quietly. His voice's so low that it was almost impossible to hear what he said.

It's not that he's angry or in a bad mood, but he does look a little bit miffed.

"It really isn't because I hate you."

I say it with a little white lie. I wonder what kind of face I'm putting on right now.

'Please let me sleep alone.'

That's what I said frankly every time I saw his face.

It's strange.

Obviously, in a situation like this, where I'm the patient, instead of comforting myself, I feel that everyone, including myself, is trying to console him instead.

Even stranger, I feel like somewhere along the way, something has gone wrong. I'd have given it more thought if I wasn't sick.

"Your Excellency?"

"I know."

With a long sigh at my heartfelt lies, he sits down on the sofa and rubs his temple.

Charles has on dark gray pants that match him perfectly, and a shirt that has loose, folded sleeves. His arms fold over as he rubs his temple, and his long legs slightly bend. Too bad there's no pictorial along with this scene. When he turns toward me, he has a smile on his face.

Wow, I'm definitely going to have a nosebleed.

His appearance's so much to my taste that my heart pounds crazily.

Ha! This is dangerous.

I turn away because I couldn't stand looking at his handsome face any longer. It's starting to make me forget about the pain of life and death.

"But—"

"Yes?"

Charles continues his question.

"How the hell did you fall there?"

"Well..."

"Is it because of your weak bones?"

"It must be...right?"

I laugh awkwardly, wondering if he'd be angry to find out that it's because I crashed into Leo.