Chapter 71.2

Yurina, who returned about an hour later, managed to wash her face in warm water and change her clothes. And her mood was more alive than when she left. Sitting by the bed, she kept her head down, as if in fear of looking Raynard in the eye.

And Reynard didn’t like it.

‘These eyes are mine now. Now my mind has found meaning.’

“Yurina.”

“What?”

But her gaze was still directed at the floor.

“Look at me.”

However, she persisted and avoided his gaze. Raynard, looking at her displeasedly, grabbed her cheek.

But then a knock was heard.

“Milady, I brought food.”

It was Betsy’s voice. Yurina slapped Reynard’s arm and stood up from her seat.

“Come in.”

“Today I cooked with a special feeling. Raynard, you have to eat too.”

Betsy, unaware of their situation, placed a tray of food for two in the corner of the room. Raynard looked at her with a displeased face. Betsy had nothing to do with it, but now it seemed that she had ruined the moment.

“Then I’ll go. If you need anything, please call me.”

Betsy looked at Reynard, whose eyes were already watery, and left. The door was left slightly ajar, so the two still didn’t get complete privacy.

In fact, Betsy would have been instructed to stay in the room and wait for her lady, but she left the final word to herself.

“Yurina.”

Raynard turned to meet Yurina’s gaze. But she didn’t look at him and took a bowl of soup from the table.

“How can I eat? I’ll gain weight at this rate.”

“You? I don’t believe it even if you eat the whole table. I already know you didn’t sleep. I suppose you also refused to eat?”

His voice was harsh.

“I ate well, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Raynard looked at Yurina’s chin and understood her lie, but didn’t push the subject. Yurina frowned slightly as she tried to pass the spoon and bowl of soup to Reynard.

“It’s hot. Will you eat it?”

“Cool it.”

“What?”

“If you’re worried about the soup being hot, then cool it yourself.”

A small conflict has brewed within Yurina. Usually she would respond to such impudence by saying bluntly: ‘So you will eat when it gets cold’.

But at that moment, Yurina pursed her lips, opened the lid, and stirred the soup with a spoon.

Raynard leaned against the head of the bed and silently watched her. Yurina was so focused that she didn’t even feel his gaze and started blowing on the soup. Thin golden hair fell down her cheekbones, and her beautiful forehead slightly frowned.

Whenever Yurina blew on the soup, her plump lips pucker up a bit, causing strange emotions even though they look attractive.

Again, a thirst flared up inside, which couldn’t be quenched with plain water. Raynard ran his tongue over dry lips.

“I think now you can eat… Why are you looking at me like that?”

Yurina, who offered him a bowl of soup, studied his face and frowned.

‘He seems to be tense, but trying not to show it?’

However, Yurina was pleasing to the eye, no matter what expression she made.

In fact, even when he first saw her, Yurina was pretty enough to grab his attention right away. And by this point, Reynard still couldn’t believe that such a beautiful girl liked him.

“What? Where does it hurt?”

Yurina put down her bowl of soup and leaned over to check on Reynard.

Raynard cupped her cheeks with both hands and kissed her lips, which were constantly touching the strings of his mind.

At first, Yurina seemed to freeze in embarrassment, but soon agreed to his kiss. Raynard bit her bottom lip, sucked it in, and hurriedly stuck his tongue between her slightly parted lips.

Yurina’s lips, even though she didn’t eat chocolate, tasted bittersweet. The hand that was now holding Yurina’s waist strengthened as if by reflex.

Some time later, Yurina pulled away from him, took a deep breath, and handed him a bowl of soup. Both her cheeks were glowing pink.

“Eat now.”

‘We can eat after…’

Raynard kept those words inside.

“Ah.”

“Mm?”

“Feed me.”

Confusion flickered across Yurina’s face.

“I was hurt, do you remember? Oh, how it hurts to move my hand. Feed me.”

Yurina narrowed her eyes and examined his right shoulder. She didn’t say anything, but with her appearance she asked: ‘Didn’t you recently say that you’re okay?’

Yurina bit her lip slightly as if she was in trouble.

When Raynard gave up and was about to eat himself, Yurina took away his spoon and plate.

She scooped up the mushroom soup with a spoon, blew it again, and handed it to him.

“Here.”

“Oh, but I can’t do that.”

And instead of reacting to the spoon, Raynard dug into Yurina’s lips again.