Chapter 112 - Healing Him

But now that she thought about it, Aleister is the strongest person she has encountered so far. Who could injure him like this? And by any chance, was it related to her? And what did he mean by she was not a human? 

It must be a joke. She forcefully stopped her racing thoughts. 

Apparently, the person who had answers to her questions was holding a grudge against her so he refused to talk to her.

She placed his hand around her neck and wrapped an arm around his waist, ''Hold me tightly,'' she said as she tried to pull him up.

He got to his feet, relying on the last bit of remaining strength in his body. Aleister leaned back on the wall, ''Why would I hold onto something that is more than willing to run away from me?''

Knowing that he was referring to the matter of her going back to her kingdom, she kept quiet about it. ''You are heavy,'' she mumbled after some time as she tried to drag him towards the bed, ''Heavier than you seem to be.''

He had a lean and muscular body but it looked like….

Esme shook her head, trying to shake off the dirty thoughts her mind was entertaining.

''Don't taint my holy self with your impure thoughts.''

''How did you…'' know what I was thinking? Esme stopped herself from completing her words just in time. It would have been an embarrassment.

''Your eyes were ravaging me unabashedly. I have to be blind…cough.. to not know,'' his voice was hoarse, ''As much as your lust is dominating because of my delectable appearance, you should hold back on an injured man.''

Esme speechlessly rolled her eyes. 

She helped him lie down on the bed, ''Don't talk if it hurts. I will get the physician for you,'' she said, adjusting the pillow beneath his head.

The moment she turned around, he grabbed her hand.

Esme turned around to look at him, ''Don't…'' his eyes were closing as he spoke. She leaned closer to hear what he was saying, ''Don't let anyone see me like this….''

After saying that, he lost consciousness.

Her brows tugged together as she glanced at him.

After some time, Esme carefully undressed him. She threw his clothes to the floor and her gaze landed on the glaring purplish-red marks on his upper body.

The wounds looked like they were caused by the whip and at most of the places, she could see the flesh peeking out of them. 

She closed her eyes for a moment before looking at his face, ''Who did this to you?" she could not think of a single person who would be able to inflict a wound on him let alone harm him to this extent. 

She placed her hand on his chest, her finger stroked his wounds and a glow appeared on his skin, his garish wounds disappeared little by little gradually. 

While her fingers moved on his chest, Esme glanced at the headboard, ''Do you know when I discovered I have healing powers, I was very shocked. But I have rarely used these powers and even if I did, I only used them for myself after I came to this castle. I never thought that one day, I will use my powers to heal you.''

She detested using her powers because she did not know what it would cost her in return. In her opinion, everything had a price and she did use her powers fearing that she would have to pay a price for it one day.

Esme glanced at his face. His handsome face was awfully pale at the moment.

Her gaze inadvertently shifted to his chest and her face turned a brighter shade of red. His muscles…. were quite toned and hard. She averted her gaze.

It took her a lot of time to heal all the wounds on his upper body and her body was so exhausted that Esme did not realize when she ended up sleeping on his bed, with her face on his hand and her hand on his chest.

When the clock struck 12, Esme's eyes snapped open.

She sat up on the bed, cautious of her surroundings.

There was smoke coming from the fireplace as the fire was gone after the wood was burnt. The room was so dark that she could barely see anything.

The moonlight pervading through the sheer curtains allowed a little light in the room.

Esme glanced at Aleister's peacefully sleeping face.

Was it a dream?

She was certain that she heard the sounds of approaching footsteps.

'Tap Tap Tap'

She heard the sound again and her body stiffened. It was not a dream. There was someone around.

When she could no longer hear the sound of the footsteps, Esme continued looking at Aleister.

She wanted to go check who it was but at the same time, she was hesitant to leave him alone. ''When you wake up, be thankful to me for protecting you,'' Esme blinked as she looked at his face.

She hesitantly extended her hand towards his face and poked his cheek, ''You are not pretending to sleep, are you?'' Hearing no response from him, her confidence grew and her finger moved to his nose bridge.

Then she moved her finger to his eye, letting it glide over to his lashes. Under the moonlight, his features looked like that of an angel as he slept. But she was certain that it was an illusion. The moment he woke up, he would be no less than an arrogant devil.

She stroked his eyelashes with the tip of her finger, ''Yours are longer and prettier than most girls I have seen,'' she sighed. This man was carved to perfection.

Her thoughts trailed off when her gaze landed on his lips, ''I always wanted to ask you… why did you kiss me?'' she whispered.. Perhaps because he was asleep, she could speak her mind without anything holding her back, ''Did you do it on impulse?" her hand glided down his face and her thumb caressed his bottom lips.