Chapter 17

Ah snee!Ah…Ah snee!

Master, the medicine is ready.

Mr. Carson handed over a bowl of warm medicine, and Alex quickly took it over and drank it all.

The potion tasted bitter and weird, and the juice slid across the throat, leaving a burning and rough sensation from the tip of the tongue to the esophagus.

Alex put down the silver bowl and saw that his little wife was still sitting aside with her head hanging down, he couldn't help but smile and rub the depressed little head: OK, Lily, it's just a small cold. Do you think I'll be beaten by this little thing?

Of course you won't.The girl blurted out, and she immediately realized her straightforwardness and stammered with a red face, but... but you still have injuries on your body...

Margaret is as happy as he leans in Alex's arms to hide from the rain, now he is as regretful as Margaret is.

She only cared about the little joy in her heart, completely forgot that Alex's injury had not healed.

Originally, with the physical fitness of a man, it was indeed not a big deal to get wet in a little rain, but he was not healed by serious injuries and forced to use magic to heal his injuries. So after returning home, Alex caught a cold.

Mr. Carson, the butler, respectfully took the silver bowl handed over by the owner, and as he turned around and retreated, he glanced at Margaretically quietly.

Although he showed nothing, Margaret himself, he was blaming himself for his recklessness.

Thinking of this, the girl became even more upset.

Me, I am indeed a fool... I can't do anything well.She whispered in a low voice, even her best magic could not be cast because of Alex's current physical condition.

Because it was at home, the girl was wearing a wide cashmere robe, and her small body was wrapped in the robe, like a pity-smile little rabbit, even her long ears drooped in depression. She couldn't help but suck her nose, sorry... Alex.

You... Alex couldn't speak for a moment. He took a deep breath and hugged his beloved little rabbit into his arms. You don't have to say sorry to me, baby, you're fine now.He stared at the girl's black eyes. You were not stupid at all, but... instead...

What on the contrary?Margaret blinked.

For some reason, Alex, who had always been calm, turned red on this answer.

It's cute on the contrary.He hesitated, and finally said it frankly.

Now, Margaret's face turned red.

They just hugged each other quietly, and no one spoke.

After a while, the girl pulled Alex's clothes: Alex, it seems that something hard is pushing me.The next moment, Margley realized what she was talking about.

cough.Alex coughed calmly, as I said, dear, you are very cute, so... Seeing that the little wife was so embarrassed that she was about to bury her head in her clothes, Alex quickly said, But I won’t do anything tonight, we all need a good rest, right?

Um.Margaret snorted in a low voice, then you... she unconsciously twisted her sleeves, what should you do?

The man chuckled and kissed Margaret's lips, his smile seemed a little strange: Or...you can help me with something else.

When it was bright, Margaret woke up from her deep sleep. She subconsciously touched the man behind her who was hugging her. The hot touch immediately made her sleepless.

Alex…has a fever?

In fact, Alex's condition was more serious than a fever. Margaret stood outside the door, watching the priests of the temple come and go anxiously. Although she was also a magician, she did not specialize in healing magic, so at this moment, she could only stand outside the crowd as weakly as a bystander.

Alex is OK?Feynman, the priest who was healing Alex, walked out of the house. As soon as Margaret was about to meet him, he saw a blonde figure standing in front of Feynman.

It's Phoenix.

The girl's steps immediately stopped, and Phoenix's face was full of worry. She anxiously and naturally ordered the servants and priests to make every arrangement appropriate, just as... it seemed that she was the mistress of this mansion.

What are you still standing here?

A low male voice rang in Margaret's ears, and the girl turned her head, and Mr. Carson was standing behind her, his calm eyes full of dissatisfaction.

Mr. Carson... Margley knew that Mr. Carson was a servant of the Farman family and almost watched Alex grow up. She had always been afraid of this serious old gentleman, even better than Alex.

Mr. Carson turned his gaze to Phoenix: Is this time you are in a daze?To be honest, madam, I always think you are not a qualified noble lady, and you are even more unsuitable to be the wife of a future duke.Now it seems that my opinion is indeed correct.He stared at Margaret Margaret, not only did you not understand etiquette, but you didn't even fulfill your most basic obligations.Miss Phoenix, she is just a colleague of the young master and also knows how to care about the young master's condition.And you... the mistress of this mansion stood there stupidly at this time just because of your timidity and inferiority.

I... Margaret was speechless. She wanted to explain, but she felt that Mr. Carson's accusations were irrefutable. She held back tears that were about to burst into her eyes. Sorry, I... I...

I am just a servant, please take your apology back.Mr. Carson bent over, I knew my words were outrageous, but I still want to say, you are too selfish, madam.I know you have a misunderstanding about the young master. Have you ever talked to the young master frankly before you draw a conclusion without authorization?Mr. Carson paused and said bluntly, have you ever asked the young master if he loves you?

Did he... the girl smiled bitterly, do you love me?

Mr. Carson breathed heavily from his nose: I can't argue with anything else, but I know that when the Duke asked the young master to get married and have children and return to the world, he once made a request, the only one.The old gentleman stared at Margaretting, as if to see her eyes, the marriage partner must be you, otherwise, he will always convert to the God of Light and become the Paladin of the Temple.