I Wish My Husband Were Dead - Chapter 64



Only Krnovel

Father’s Daughter
2024.01.03.

“If you’re in so much pain, why don’t you call me at dawn! I’ll call the doctor right away.”

“Thank you.”

However, the doctor who had been looking after Cordelia had left the capital for another matter. He urgently called another doctor to examine her.

The relatively young doctor examined her ankle and frowned.

“When did you say you got hurt?”

“It’s been five, no, six days.”

“It seems like a simple sprain, but the progress is not good. After six days, the swelling should gradually go down. I’ll give you some medicine, so take it. Try not to use your foot as much as possible.”

The doctor left after giving her some advice. This time, Cordelia locked herself in her room and refused to come out, even though her pain was sore.

“It seems like the master is very busy.”

“Really? I can’t help it.”

Leonard thought he would calm down in a day or two, but he didn’t see Cordelia for three days. Even when she suggested that they eat together, she only got half-hearted replies.

Leila smiled awkwardly and changed the subject.

“How is your leg?”

“I’m fine.”

Cordelia said habitually. In fact, she wasn’t fine at all. The swelling hadn’t gone down much, and she occasionally got a fever, so she vomited even after drinking water.

However, what was more unbearable than her sore leg was her teacher’s sudden change in attitude. Although they

had only been together for a short time, Leonard had always been by her side whenever Cordelia was sick or injured.

However, for three days, he hadn’t come to see her even once. That was more than just disappointing to Cordelia; it was shocking.

Since she was little, taking care of herself when she was sick was something she had to do herself. She had said that it wasn’t shocking to have no one by her side when she was sick, but it seemed that she had trusted and relied on Leonard as more than just a teacher.

‘Or maybe he doesn’t want to see me anymore.’

When those thoughts suddenly began to cross her mind, Cordelia became afraid. I had a dream where Leonard said with cold eyes, “I don’t need someone as stupid as you anymore.”

The day I woke up from the nightmare, my fever was high. Cordelia threw up all the pieces of fruit she had barely eaten in the morning and couldn’t sleep until the night.

* * *

Late at night, something cool touched her forehead.

She opened her eyes, thinking that Leila would change her wet towel, but her eyes met with an unexpected person. Leonard put his hand on her hot forehead and then took it away.

“… … Master?”

“Go to sleep.”

“Don’t go.”

When he got up from the chair next to the bed, Cordelia also jumped up like a spring. Then she held onto Leonard’s arm tightly so that he wouldn’t leave.

“I was wrong. I won’t tell you anymore and I won’t go anywhere. I’ll listen to you. I’ll study hard, Master.” She

had been so weak that she couldn’t even swallow food for the past few days, but somehow she desperately clung to Leonard’s arm. She

looked as desperate as a duckling following its mother.

“I understand. “ Grow up.”

“Don’t leave me. If you leave me, I’ll follow you all the way and hold on to your ankles and hang on… … . Ugh. I was wrong. I was wrong. So please, please.”

I had already cried enough and thought I wouldn’t be able to cry anymore, but when I saw Leonard’s face, tears poured out again.

An inexplicable anxiety dragged Cordelia into the swamp. She kept begging for forgiveness. She was half-asleep,

but she was gripped by the fear that Leonard might leave her forever with his cold face. “I won’t leave you. So stop crying. Everyone will wake up.” He bluntly but affectionately wiped her wet cheeks and eyes. The extremely cold and cold Leonard Attila had disappeared, and it seemed that the Master she had known had finally returned. Cordelia felt relieved and anxious at the same time. The idea of ​​Leonard coming into her bedroom in the middle of the night and wiping away her tears felt unrealistic and like a dream. No, maybe this was all a dream. She felt a strange certainty. So she sat up, hugged Leonard’s waist, and buried herself in his arms. Leonard, flustered, pushed her shoulders away. “What are you doing?” “You’re not going, are you?” “Get away from me.” “Master. Promise me quickly. I’m not going.” “I’m not going, so get away from me.” “If you’re not going, can we just stay like this?” “Don’t talk nonsense… …” He was about to tell her to get away. Cordelia’s eyes turned red again. When she choked up as if she was going to burst into tears at any moment, Leonard was the first to raise the white flag.

“Go to sleep.”

Cordelia hugged him tightly and lay down. Leonard naturally lay down next to her. When she couldn’t hold him close, she held Leonard’s clothes tightly in her hands. Their

bodies were so close that Cordelia could even hear Leonard’s heartbeat. That sound gave her a sense of stability.

She closed her eyes and mumbled.

“I won’t sleep.”

“Why?”

“I’ll watch whether Master goes or not.”

“Stop doing useless things and go to sleep. I won’t go.”

“Master.”

“Go to sleep.”

“You forgive me now, right?”

“… … .”

The reason he had been angry at her and treated her coldly in the first place was not because she had left the mansion without saying anything.

The fact that Cordelia had become his weakness was because he had been confused about what to call his feelings for her, and had simply pushed her away.

When he didn’t say anything, Cordelia opened her eyes wide and looked up at Leonard.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Tell me that you forgive me.”

“Oh my.”

Leonard was dumbfounded by the forced demand for forgiveness. A peck escaped his lips. Cordelia opened her eyes wide and grabbed his shirt, shaking it.

“Hurry up. Even Master received my forgiveness like this.”

“When did I?”

“The day you first said you would accept me as your disciple. Don’t you remember?” When

he tried to remember, there was a day like that. It was only four months ago.

Leonard was slightly shocked again. How could she have delved into his life so much in just four months ?

“I forgave you once, so Master, please do the same.”

“I’ve already forgotten all about that. You’re an adult, so you don’t need my permission to leave.”

“No. I won’t step out of the house without Master’s permission.”

Cordelia spoke solemnly, as if she were making an oath, but for some reason, it was funny to his eyes.

“Go

to sleep now.” “I said I won’t. I can’t sleep, Master, and… … Haaam.”

Leonard muttered a sleep spell silently. Cordelia blinked a few times and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Her grip on his shirt gradually loosened. Nothing was holding Leonard back now,

but somehow she couldn’t leave. Leonard looked down at Cordelia and straightened her sweaty hair.

“Cordelia.”

He still hadn’t found a name for this feeling.

He didn’t know what to call it for her. It was too deep to be pity or sympathy, and the excuse that she was his first disciple was now a cliché. He had only realized

that Cordelia had become so deeply embedded in his life over the past four days that he couldn’t let her go.

Leonard stayed by Cordelia’s side as promised until the moon set and the sun rose.

Early in the morning, Leila, who was carrying a silver basin of water for washing, first saw the scene. She was so startled by the sight of someone next to her mistress that she dropped the basin on the floor.

“Who… …!”

Surprisingly, the silver basin did not fall to the floor, but floated in the air, not spilling a single drop of water.

Rather than being amazed by the magic, Leila was more surprised that the person next to Cordelia was the owner of the mansion.

“Quietly.”

“I, I’m sorry, my lord.”

Leonard put his finger to his lips and warned the maid. He carefully got up so as not to wake Cordelia.

“You’ve only just fallen asleep, so come back later.”

“Yes. I will.”

Leila left the room without saying anything, carrying the silver basin. She thought that this room, which was made for the mistress of Attila, might as well welcome the master.

However, Leila wisely did not say anything, and decided to simply serve Cordelia more politely.

* * *

“Are you going to get up now?”

“… … .”

“The sun is high in the sky. You lazy bastard.”

She had been hallucinating since morning. Cordelia frowned and pulled the blanket up to her head. But some harsh and rude hand pulled the blanket back down.

“What, big, what?”

“What is it? What time is it? You’re still sleeping?”

“S, Master?”

“Yes. You’re a lazy student.”

Leonard was standing beside the bed, perfectly dressed. Cordelia rubbed her eyes several times. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, so she couldn’t speak for a while.

“Why is Master here?”

“Have you forgotten how much you held me back yesterday?”

“Me? When did I? I, ah!”

Wasn’t it a dream?

He remembered it here and there. Of course, he thought it was all a dream, but it was reality.

Leonard clicked his tongue briefly as he looked at her, still dazed.

“If you’re awake, wash up. You stink.”

“T-t …