Dangerous Fiancee

Chapter 78

Eckart vividly recalled what happened last night. He couldn't believe that it wasn't a dream. He thought he snatched her wrists or saw her wet eyes in his dream, but that was not true.

'What the heck did I do last night?'

He clenched his lower lip. His mouth was dry. He was so cold last night, and now it seemed like his body was burning away. Every time he swallowed dry saliva, his swollen uvula went up and down.

"...Marianne!"

Like a split tree, he stiffened and called her. She was breathing out instead of replying.

"Marianne, wake up now."

"Uhhh..."

She reacted annoyingly at his second call. Following her drowsy nasal voice, she put one of her slender legs on his thigh.

He frowned more dramatically than ever before.

"Damn it, did you take off your pants too? You're driving me nuts, man."

He now lost his desire to wake her up. He felt time would rather stop forever.

As if he wasn't content with his acting ugly last night, he was sharing a thin shirt with her to cover themselves! Even the Duchess Lamont couple, who were famous for their happily married life, would not have done this.

He let out a sigh. While he was touching his splitting temple, she tossed and turned several times. Their legs became more entangled. It seemed that she regarded his body as a big pillow while asleep.

He eventually gave up moving back. He couldn't move his body freely as he was injured, and whenever he moved little by little, the weird sensation of contacting her naked body quickly ate his patience.

He held out his left hand, which he could move freely. With the left hand, he carefully groped around the back which was covered with dark brown hair. The shirt, which covered his shoulder slightly, slipped over to hers completely. Although he himself couldn't stand seeing his miserable condition, she was still a single noblewoman. He hoped that she would not feel that she had been defamed by his actions.

"... Ummm, Your Majesty?"

At that moment, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and raised her head to one side.

"... Marianne!"

He barely answered. While she almost habitually stroked his back and raised her hands to check for blood, she jumped up with a startled expression.

"Oh my god! I think I fell asleep before I knew. What should I do? I wish you had woken me up earlier. It's not bleeding, but are you still cold?"

She expressed concern by asking a barrage of questions. She touched his forehead, cheeks, neck, shoulders, and chest with her warm hands one by one. Obviously she wanted to check his body temperature.

Raising his head as high as possible, he groped for something on the ground as if he would be in big trouble if he dropped his eyes.

The moment he grabbed the edge of his shirt on the floor, he found her face close to his eyes suddenly. He held his breath.

"Um...I don't think I'm cold or hot ..."

"..."

She muttered while touching her forehead against his. His green eyes waved like seawater right before her nose.

He grabbed his shirt more urgently. Without checking for the front or back, he roughly covered his body with that.

"I'm fine, so let me put on the clothes..."