Chapter 46

“Don't you want to?

You should have eaten more.”

“It's okay.

That's enough.”

"Do you usually eat this much?

Don't say you're reducing your food to keep up with your baby's intake."

“I have no appetite now...”

"Eat another one.

Isn't this the taste you like?"

How do you know what I like?

Since when do you care about this?

Yasiris suppressed her desire to respond sharply.

She sighed and stubbornly accepted the fruit Kazan offered despite her annoying look.

“This is the last one.”

“Good, well done.”

Everything started to bother Yasiris as soon as she became upset.

Even Kazan's simple praise and looks as if she had had enough were extremely annoying.

The reason was clear.

Cain, whom she loved, constantly interfered with the hated Kazan.

“Now I will change the bandages and apply the medicine.”

“...Okay.”

It was the same during treatment.

The side of him that took care of the wound sensitively to avoid stimulating it seemed particularly similar to Cain today.

Sometimes, very rarely, she saw a resemblance between them, but that was fleeting.

Their similar colored eyes were the only factor.

The actions weren't that similar.

The reason for her sudden awareness of this was obvious.

The slow smile that spread on Kazan's face was something she had only seen on Kaien before.

“I wondered what you would look like if you smiled, so I raised the corner of my mouth.

But it doesn’t look good.”

“I know how to raise the corners of my mouth too.”

Cain was not one to smile.

His face was not as expressionless as Kazan's, but rather more like a blankness, as if he had forgotten how to smile.

Even when he fell in love with Yasiris, he did not smile but cried.

He did not know how to express his strong feelings, so he closed his mouth and tears filled his eyes.

When he smiled for the first time, it was at an unexpected moment.

When Yasiris caught a cold and complained.

Although she was an adult, she was in her early twenties.

In contrast to her dignity in front of people, she showed some coquetry when she was alone with Cain.

Yasiris mumbled, covered her face with the blanket and turned around.

She pretended to be angry, but quickly turned back to Cain slowly.

Her eyes showed from above the blanket.

Contrary to her saying that the fever had gone down, her face held a slight blush and she smiled shyly.

Yasiris's eyes widened as she mumbled.

Like a flower that had been dormant all winter and blooming in late spring, a slow but clear smile formed on Cain's face.

Like a drop of water falling into a lake, warmth spread softly across his face.

It was a beautiful sight.

The eyes of the man in love were preserved in Yasiris's heart for a long time.

At that time, she was too confused to hold on to Cain.

Later, after she was busy with other things, she asked him why he smiled then.

Cain, who didn't seem to realize his smile, told her honestly how he felt.

He looked at her tenderly as he remembered everything.

The warmth that was now familiar settled on his face.

“Are you okay?”

"Yes!"

Yasiris was surprised and gasped.

Her consciousness that had been immersed in the past suddenly came back to reality, and she almost jumped.

“Why were you so surprised?”

"nothing."

Yasiris controlled her stuttering words with difficulty and glanced at Kazan sitting next to her.

He raised an eyebrow in response to her vague answer, but he didn't look anything like Cain.

His dark hair color, sharp features, and rude attitude were a far cry from Cain.

Only his rare red eyes were the only common point she had seen in him so far.

But his actions today were particularly like him.

“The pain seems to be much less as long as you are thinking about something else.”

“Because I put in the sedative.”

"However, the senses will not be completely numb to the depth.

It seems that the wound is not as deep as it seems."

“You seem to like nursing, so sorry if I have to recover quickly.”

Yasiris responded sharply, deliberately to erase Cain's trace.

But Kazan did not act as she wanted.

Since they met again, he had been full of surprises.

“I like to take care of you, but I don't like for you to be in pain.

I only like your frowny face when...”

“Stop here.”

"Good."

Yasiris quickly interrupted his words, which turned into rudeness.

If he had been trying to provoke her, she would have been angry, but Kazan's face was calm, as if speaking the truth.

He readily agreed to stop, so she couldn't say more.

In the end, she felt angry alone and unable to release it, so she closed her mouth tightly.

Kazan spoke to her.

“Did you sleep on the couch all day?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Sleeping on the bed is better.

If moving is difficult, I will carry you.”

“I said I would not let Your Majesty enter my bedroom.”

“Really, this is still not allowed.”

Yasiris looked at Kazan in amazement.

She felt as if she was being unwittingly led to his pace.

It can't continue like this.

She hardened her face, raised her body to sit and set up a solid barrier.

“There's no more help I need, so leave now.”

“Harsh.

I came to take care of you.”

“This was your wish, not mine.”

Since you wanted to take care of me, I accept your request, but don't expect more than that.

Although she benefited from his help, but that was all.

Kazan looked at the sharp Yasiris calmly.

Just as she was about to add a word, his low voice preceded her.

“That's right.

Thank you for allowing me even a moment.

I'll be back tomorrow, so rest well.”

Yasiris did not answer.

Half of her wanted her to scream at him not to come back, and the other half thought it wouldn't work.

In the latter half, there was pressure to recover quickly before Michael returned.

The period she promised to leave Michael with someone else was only three days, and in this period, even if she was well taken care of and just lay down, it wouldn't be enough.

In a situation where she was desperate for any helping hand, refusing to help Kazan just because of her feelings was not a rational thing to do.

“Two days.”

A reasonable compromise came out of Yasiris's mouth.

“I will allow you to visit for two days only.

Twice a day, provided that you prepare food.”

The biggest problem was that we were almost out of food at home.

Unfortunately, when she went shopping and met him, she had to get rid of everything.

To recover, she had to eat well, but she couldn't go out to buy food or cook now, so she had to reluctantly rely on his hand.

“Then, leave the place.

By then, I will have recovered somewhat, and I won’t need your help.”

Even if she needed help, she wouldn't borrow Kazan's hand.

So Yasiris decided.

For her sake and for Michael's sake.

“This means that you will not come back again.

Two days are enough for you to accept and understand our parting.”

That was the final deadline.

If he's still attached to her because of an ending he didn't prepare for, let him leave her now.

He forgets her and returns to his life.

...She didn't know, but this was something Kazan couldn't do.