Summery:
“You’re just my dedicated healer, aren’t you?”
A golden opportunity has arisen to launder my identity as a noble lady!
The condition? Fully restore the critically ill Duke to health.
I had planned to make a fortune and leave this country behind.But from the very start, the Duke refuses my healing.
The more he resists, the more Reina, the half-healer, feels her stubborn determination ignite.
“There’s a limit to my patience.”
The low, gravelly voice declared that it could no longer indulge leniency simply because the person before him was a woman.
As Reina reached to heal his chest and moved her hand toward his abdomen, kalis, unable to bear it any longer, seized her wrist with a fierce grip.
“Argh!!”
Despite his critical condition, his strength was formidable.
“Let… let go of me!”
Reina struggled to wrench her wrist free, but his hold didn’t budge. Panting with exertion, she glared at him, only to find kalis utterly unruffled, his expression serene.
“I told you not to heal me.”
“And I’m not going to just stand here if you keep this up!”
With all her might, Reina sank her teeth into the back of his hand.
“Ugh…!”
Caught off guard by the absurd attack, the Duke let out a groan.
For kalis, the “God of War,” a fight involving biting was utterly beyond imagination.
As the man’s grip loosened, Reina seized the moment, slipping her wrist free and swiftly placing her hand on his abdomen.
The healer raised her chin with brazen defiance,
while the man stared at her, his expression a mix of incredulity and exasperation, as if to say, What kind of woman is this?
A gentle breeze rustled through, tickling the space between Reina and kalis before drifting away.
kalis’s long fingers, which had been softly caressing Reina’s cheek, paused abruptly.
One corner of his mouth twitched upward, and a playful glint danced in his eyes.
“Do you even know how much of a mess you look right now? Your eyes are puffy from crying your heart out earlier, and they’re still a little red. And here, that cut on your lip has crusted over with a scab.”
He pointed precisely at the corner of her mouth.Despite the Duke’s teasing rebuke, Reina felt no sting of offense.
On the contrary, a giggle threatened to spill from her lips.
With a radiant, mischievous smile, Reina replied:“I’m just glad you’re the only one seeing me like this, Your Grace.”
At her words, the Duke’s fingers, lingering near the corner of her mouth, drifted to gently cradle her chin.
His gaze, misty and dreamlike as the dawn’s fog, softened as he whispered:“Reina… I like you.”
