Hiding That The Damn Prince Is An Omega

Vol-3: Chapter 17.2

“How is it maintained like this when no one is managing it…....Aren't you curious?”

“….....I know."

Étienne answered in a hushed voice. Fortunately, Richard didn't notice that Etienne's voice was strange. Humming his hum, he approached the shore of the shining blue lake.

Étienne's gaze moved quietly after Richard. With every step he took, he could see the flowers filling the ground rustling and swaying. Evening primrose, wild incense, Nottingham, night morning glory, moonflower….....

One by one, he recalled the names of the flowers he had searched for in the picture book with Richard when he was a child.

I don't know who made it, but it's really a bad taste.

Étienne thought as he looked at the flowers swaying in the night breeze. All the flowers here were those that only bloom at night. The same goes for the blue moss that grew on the rocks around the lake and valley. In short, this place was a flower garden that bloomed only at night.

"Older brother?"

Etienne, who was giving hiz gaze to the bluish glowing rocks, turned hiz head to the voice he called him.

“Why is that? Are you tired?”

As if worried about Etienne, who was standing still, Richard approached him again. He hadn't noticed Etienne a moment ago, because he was glad to see him, but now he see that he's wearing only one thin nightgown.

“Your complexion…....”

Richard hurriedly took off his cardigan when he saw that his already pale lips had turned blue. Étienne involuntarily trembled at the warmth wrapped around hiz shoulder.

I didn't think it was cold, but my body reacted when the warmth touched me.

“It’s okay, it’s fine.”

“I am not okay.”

Richard responded with his hard face and moved his hand. He was mad at himself for being so excited that he didn't notice Etienne's condition. He forced Étienne into a cardigan, buttoned it all up, and pulled him back.

“You are wearing it."

Suddenly, Etienne, who had put on Richard's cardigan, rolled his eyes. He could feel the warmth seeping into his cardigan, warming his frozen body in the cold air.

"Its a little…....big.”

Étienne lowered his eyes as he felt his cold cheeks heat up. He looked down at the cardigan down his thighs awkwardly.
Perhaps because of the huge difference in size from Richard, the feeling when he was wearing it and when he was wearing it were different, even though they were the same clothes.

“I will fold it.”

At Étienne's murmur, Richard reached out to him again. With a deft movement, he rolled up the sleeves that completely covered Étienne's hands. Then, a pale hand with prominent blue veins was revealed.

Seeing that his thin hands looked so cold that his bones stood out, Richard pondered for a moment whether it would be better to lower his sleeves again.

“I’ll return it later.”

Sensing Richard's gaze, Étienne removed his arm as if to cover his bony hand. He was somehow ashamed.

“I don’t want you to catch a cold, so please wear it.”

Soon, Richard, who had folded the sleeve on the other side of him, smiled and closed his eyes. Then he put on a mischievous look, as if he had a good idea.