Chapter 62 Chapter 62 Otti/From now on, nothing...
If it were an opera story, the hero and heroine would always give each other a warm hug or a romantic kiss after expressing their true feelings to each other.
But at Winston Manor, as soon as Audrey fell into Herman's arms, he felt like he was hugging a stove. When he touched his forehead, he found that she was already burning hot.
"Ha! Ha!" After sneezing several times in a row, Audrey laughed dizzily, "I thought I was just angry because of an argument with you."
Hermann's face was tense. He rushed out with the man in his arms to call a doctor.
The house was in chaos again. Audrey was placed in an isolated bedroom, and Herman sat by the bed and stared at her.
Audrey felt like a boiled shrimp, dazed and confused, but she kept her eyes open and looked at the person beside the bed.
Herman stared at those big eyes: "What are you looking at?"
Audrey reached out and touched his half-dry hair.
Herman grabbed her hand and put it back under the quilt: "Don't worry about it."
Audrey stretched out her other hand and hooked her fingers, motioning him to come closer.
"What's wrong?" Herman saw through her intentions, but still moved closer.
Audrey put her face against his forehead and rubbed it.
The soft and warm touch made Hermann stunned.
"You seem a little hot, too."
Herman stood a distance away. "I'll be well soon."
Audrey lifted the quilt and patted it.
Herman: “…”
According to common sense, two patients should not be placed together, but somehow, when she came to her senses, he was already lying next to her.
"There's a fireplace over there, put your hair close to it and let it air out." Audrey kindly reminded.
Hermann turned sideways and let his hair down. The heat source caused the water vapor to evaporate quickly, and the fire brought endless warmth.
Snow is falling outside, but it's warm like spring inside.
Audrey's cheeks were burning hot. Herman placed his slightly cool hand on her forehead. When it was warmed up, he switched to the other hand, as if he were a human cooler.
The familiar smell of cedar was soothing, and it suddenly awakened a memory.
Audrey looked at Herman with wide eyes.
Herman leaned against the bed with his eyes closed, but seemed to be aware of her gaze and tapped her forehead with his finger: "Go to sleep."
"I don't want to sleep." Audrey held his hand, her eyes shining. "I want to ask you a question."
Hermann opened his eyes.
"Why did you start liking me?"
She sat up, her cheeks flushed, but she didn't look shy, but rather a little excited.
Hermann looked at her intently. "What do you think?"
Audrey smiled slyly: "Was it a long time ago?"
"Why?"
Herman couldn't help but chuckle.
"I remember everything now. One night, you sneaked into my room and covered me with a blanket, right?"
Herman leaned lazily against the headboard, his eyes smiling: "Yeah."
Audrey was a little surprised by his frank admission, but she quickly cheered up and kicked the quilt happily. "That's what I said, how could anyone not like me? Come on, I am... Oh... Isabel Norman!"
Herman held down Audrey's restless legs and wrapped her like a cocoon with a quilt. He looked at her and couldn't help laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" Audrey looked at him curiously. Unable to move her hands and feet, she crawled to Herman's side and rested her head on his legs.
Herman reached out to cool her down.
"I'm laughing at you." He suddenly pinched Audrey's cheek viciously, and when he saw her mouth was pinched into a "0" shape, he laughed again.
Audrey was about to get angry, but when she saw him smile, her eyes lit up again: "You have to smile like this from now on. Don't be like that before."
Herman raised his eyebrows: "How was I before?"
Audrey imitated his appearance, partly mocking, partly cold, and partly indifferent.
Hermann's shoulders shook with laughter.
Audrey was proud: "Humph, admit it, Mr. White, you are the villain in the opera!"
Herman couldn't let go of the soft flesh of her cheeks and sneered, "Villain wizards usually capture princesses to make potions. You have a good feel for it, so you're perfect for that."
Audrey yawned, snuggled into his arms and closed her eyes: "I am a patient, Mr. Bad Wizard."
The sick princess lay peacefully in the wizard's arms, the body temperature of the two was enough to resist the winter cold.
She said drowsily, "You haven't answered my question yet, Hermann."
——When did you start to like me?
Herman didn't answer immediately. He looked at the face in his arms and curled the corners of his lips slightly.
Miss Norman is truly special.
If the ability to express love is a gift, then she must be a genius unparalleled in the world.
Only such a dazzling and confident girl could ask this question so bluntly - because she is extremely sure of the other person's feelings and will not hesitate whether the answer is what she wants.
Hermann was her exact opposite.
The word love has the same spelling, but it is expressed differently in everyone's heart.
His love is the thick layer of ice under the snow-capped peak. If the mountain does not collapse, it will never see the light of day.
However, at the moment she fell into the water, instinct prevailed over reason, and the magma of emotion melted the ice. That was also the first time that he clearly saw the emotions flowing in his veins.
If we clarify the thread of exploring "love", then for him, the result comes first, and then tracing back to the beginning.
When was that beginning?
Perhaps it was the day he arrived at the Norman Manor when he saw the blonde girl walking towards him, her watery blue eyes filled with smiles and the pearl crown on her head emitting a warm luster.
Perhaps it was in the carriage that she woke up from her sleep. Her confused face and red eyes looked pitiful and cute in the sunlight.
Maybe it was because the blueberry jam cake she made was too sweet, the little white kids in the room were too noisy, and the look in her eyes when she gave the gift was too sincere.
Maybe it was the funny way she looked sleeping with her head tilted while holding the puppy, or the magical power of the church vows and the moonlit dance music, or maybe it was the intoxicating kiss she had on the wedding night, like the port wine...
He couldn't find the beginning, but it seemed like the beginning was everywhere.
As autumn turns to winter, when I look back at the wasteland in my heart, the seed has already taken root and sprouted, and a marigold has grown that sways in the wind.
The outside of the window is covered with snow, snowflakes fall on the windowsill, and are melted by the warmth in the room.
Herman lowered his head to look at the person in his arms: "From the first time I saw Miss Norman."
She could hear the sound of even breathing in her arms. She had fallen asleep and did not hear the answer to the question.
But it doesn't matter.
The beginning of this relationship is no longer important. There is a long way to go, and they will spend many warm winter days like today.
Hermann stretched out his cool hand and stroked her cheek.
Audrey seemed to feel very comfortable in her sleep, following the coolness and moving closer to his palm.
"You sleep too..." She muttered, holding her scarred left hand, and fell asleep again.
Hermann looked at her quietly and said to himself: "What about you, Isabel?"
His dark grey eyes shone deeply. "When we were arguing, were you telling the truth?"
She said, "Someone will love you in the future"; she said she was afraid of his love, but had the courage to swim to the other side.
She would lie in his arms like this, trusting him with all her heart, and would say words like "like", "love", and "forever" without hesitation.
But he still felt it was not enough.
The sun seems to release warmth to everyone, and extends the most sincere kindness to family, friends, pets, and even strangers.
There was endless love and energy in her body, and he got a lot of it, but the greed and desire in his heart clamored to monopolize it all.
The naive Miss Norman thought that the quarrel had exposed his true colors. In fact, the darkness beneath the iceberg was far more than that.
From the moment the quarrel broke out in the carriage, a rift had been created and she had become different from before.
Hermann knew that only extreme honesty could soften that heart again. Fortunately, he won the gamble.
Even when he removed the mask, she did not despise the ugly soul inside.
Hermann understood too well what it meant to retreat in order to advance.
It seemed that he gave the other party the right to choose, as if she had the freedom to leave at any time, but in fact, he never intended to let go of those hands.
This brutal plundering method was not a deliberate plan of his, but an instinct ingrained in his bones.
From the first moment the seed fell into the wilderness, a certain desire began to grow.
If he had not just examined his own emotional veins, he might not have noticed the dark calculations hidden in his blood.
At this moment, instinct and reason return to one.
He saw clearly the true nature of his plundering, which was not for survival and wealth, but for an emotion called "love".
"It doesn't matter." Herman stroked Audrey's cheek and smiled. "It doesn't matter what the answer is. It's not important anymore."
It doesn't matter how much love occupies in her heart, whether their emotional investment in each other is consistent, whether she is clear about the consequences of her choice, or whether her sincere expression comes from ordinary affection or unique preference.
Hermann kissed her hand. "Because no matter what your answer is, from now on there's no turning back."
The sky gradually darkened, the firelight flickered, and the figures of the two were reflected on the wall.
Hermann leaned leisurely against the head of the bed, his tall figure looming over the sleeping girl.
If Audrey opened her eyes now, she would meet his focused gaze.
There was no hiding of possession and plunder in his dark grey pupils, but the action of gently caressing her cheek was extremely gentle.
Like the bewitching sirens in mythology, they only reveal their true fangs when humans are not looking.
But the blonde girl didn't seem uneasy at all, and even snored quietly, sleeping soundly.
Her high fever gradually subsided, she broke out in a sweat and felt a little cold. She unconsciously moved closer to the heat source, wrapped herself around the person next to her like an octopus, and fell asleep again.
After a good night's sleep, the next day, the morning light shines into the house.
Audrey's eyelids moved, and when she woke up she found herself dominating the entire bed.
Looked down.
Not just a bed, but a bed partner...
Getting off Herman and untangling her legs, Audrey politely apologized: "You should have woken me up. My sleeping posture isn't very good."
Hermann glared at her and said in a hoarse voice, "But she has to be woken up."
Audrey felt a little embarrassed and stepped back tactfully.
Hermann stared at her and suddenly coughed twice.
"Oh no! Did my illness make your symptoms worse?" Audrey quickly leaned in and tested his temperature. "Oh my god! It's so hot!"
The corners of Hermann's mouth curled up, and when she looked over, he started coughing weakly again.
Audrey became even more worried: "I'll go call a doctor."
"Don't go." Herman pulled her over and said calmly with his eyes closed: "I'll be fine after a good sleep."
Audrey was held in his arms, half believing and half doubting: "Your whole body is burning now, won't it burn your brain?"
"If your brain is still intact, then I think mine can't be that bad." Hermann stroked her head.
Audrey said angrily, "What do you mean by 'more'? I'm also one of the best."
Herman opened his eyes and saw Audrey with her blonde hair sitting up, looking as if she wanted him to explain, so he had to cough again.
"Cough cough cough, my head hurts a bit." Hermann lay down weakly.
Audrey felt guilty again, "Oh, I shouldn't have bothered you."
"Then sleep with me for a while longer." Herman pulled her into his arms, stroking the back of her neck from time to time. "It's still early."
"?" Audrey returned to bed in confusion.
I always feel like something is wrong, but my body gets tired easily after recovering from an illness and my brain doesn't work well.
The morning light outside the window was soft, perfect for a nap. Without giving it any more thought, she yawned, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes.
Hearing the breathing in his arms become regular again, Herman opened his eyes with a teasing look on his face, not looking like a sick person at all.
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