Unconventional Affection: Discovering Love in our Maid's Presence

Chapter 3: Sick

Mila called out to Sunny as he hurriedly made his way out of the school zone. Catching his attention, she approached him, concern etched on her face. But before she could inquire about what was troubling him, he hastily grabbed her hand and said, “Mila, quickly, hop on.”

Mila hastily hopped on the bike as Sunny zoomed away from the school zone. She couldn’t help but hug his waist, afraid of falling off. After gathering her courage, she inquired, “Sunny, what’s the matter?”
Sunny sighed resignedly and said,
“Everybody has misunderstood that we are in a relationship. They saw us riding together this morning and because of my damn-good-friend”—he paused here, his frustration clear in his voice—“he told everyone that we’re dating.”

Mila raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Worse than me? Now that’s saying something. So what exactly did your ‘damn-good-friend’ say to everyone?”

“Apparently he couldn’t resist making assumptions,” he replied. “He told everyone indirectly that we’re dating just because we were seen riding together this morning.”

Mila chuckled, amused by the situation. A playful glint in her eye, she suggested, “What if we… teased them a little? Just for fun?”
He was surprised by her suggestion, raising an eyebrow in question. “Tease them? How?”

Mila hesitated, unsure of whether she should say what she was thinking. After a few moments of quiet contemplation, she finally spoke up. “Why don’t we pretend that we are dating?” she whispered, avoiding eye contact, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

Sunny was taken aback by her suggestion, stammering a bit as he replied, “M-Mila? Could you please loosen your grip a bit?”
She had been gripping his waist so tightly. Embarrassed, she loosened her grip, resting her head on his back. “Can I rest like this until we go home?” she asked, her voice soft and warm.

Sunny hummed in agreement, and they continued the journey in a comfortable and peaceful silence.
In a few minutes, we had taken the things I bought and reached home.

“—ila, Mila. Wake up, we’re home,” he said, tapping my arms wrapped around his waist. “Mila.”
I didn’t wake up quickly after his callings, “Oh, I slept. Ah, I’m sorry, Sunny,” I said, looking down and blushing embarrassedly.

“Are you okay, Mila? You’re a little too warm than normal, and you were fast asleep for 20 minutes after we reached home. My legs are turning numb.” He said, gently caressing my hand to feel my temperature.

“M-my head is a little hazy and warmer than normal, I think I might have a fever.” I said weakly while carefully hopping off of the bike. “I want to lie down and rest.”

“But your room is on the other house, and you haven’t yet eaten your lunch. Would you like to rest in my room for the time being?” he said, showing his concern clearly. He hopped off of his bike and quickly tried to assist me, grabbing my right arm and putting it on his shoulder and holding my waist to assist me. “Do you need help walking or would you like me to carry you?”

“Y-yes, if you could carry me…” I said, clearly showing my embarrassment.
“You’re not as heavy as you thought you were, though my legs are tired a bit from standing on the bike.” He said reassuringly.
“Is that a compliment?” I said, chuckling weakly.

“Yes and no, but I’ll cook something and give you some medicine.” He said, finally carrying me like a princess, and walking gently, not rushing to get to his room quickly.

I never knew this moment would come. I was hooked up in the mood, resting my head on his wide and muscular chest and smelling his sweet scent. ‘Ah, I wish this could last longer.’

Finally entering Sunny’s room, I was placed on his bed. “Mila, wait for me, I’ll get a basin with water and a towel.”

Looking at the door where Sunny left, I looked around the room. Hugging his pillows, I smelled his sweet scent. “He’s more like a husband now.” I said, chuckling while hiding beneath his bedding.

Soon, Sunny came back in the room with a basin of water and a towel. He seated beside the bed and wrung the wet towel and asked, “Can you wipe yourself?”
I looked at him in the eyes, and with a shake of my head, I denied.

“Mila, with the clothes you’re currently wearing—” Hesitant of finishing his sentence, I continued.

“Y-yeah, the heat of my body would be blocked” I said, looking away from his gaze. “Um, let’s just get it done. Wipe me and bring something to eat, please.”

“O-okay—” With that, he started.
A few minutes later…

“Uh, loosen your clothes a bit to cool your body. I’ll cook something to eat.” With that, he walked out of the room.

My temperature had cooled down a bit after being wiped with the wet towel, so I closed my eyes and taken a nap.
But not soon after…

“Mila, Mila. Wake up, food’s ready.” With a soup in one hand and a spoon in the other, he said, “Can you um, eat by yourself?” He looked at me, looking not so sure what to do.

“I’d prefer to be spoon fed, though,” I said, jokingly, but he did it anyway. Finally being spoon fed, I couldn’t help but be embarrassed.

“Uh, Mila, you’re blushing.” He said with a smile.

“Y-you’re seriously saying that to a person with a fever? Are you dumb?” Acting like I wasn’t blushing and using my fever as an excuse.

“Oh, if you say so.” After sometime, the soup had been emptied. Finally giving me the medicine to be consumed, he said, “Here’s the medicine, drink it quickly and rest.”