# 20
“Will he be okay?”
Contrary to what she was thinking, Angelica froze for a while while holding his hand.
She was no longer worried about him waking up, but rather her concern was how to hold his delicate hand so that he would not feel pain.
"Should I put his hand on my knee? No, if my hair starts touching his face and bothering him, what if he wakes up?"
But just holding his fingers gently wasn't comfortable; His hands were so huge that they found no comfort in it.
Many times, like a broken doll, she would try to hold his hand and turn it with uncoordinated movements.
Finally, she decided to try putting her fingers together in a comfortable position.
She moved slowly towards his palm, fearing that the touch would trigger an uncomfortable feeling and wake him up, but that worry was overblown.
“…”
She forgot that she was aware that his palm was full of cuts and scars.
Days passed while she was distracted by what happened with Hugo, until the blisters on her fingers that she had postponed treatment began to hurt again.
She tried to hold back her moans as she weaved her fingers between his.
His hands were so large that her fingers did not reach the swollen dorsal bones.
However, she was more comfortable in this position than directly holding his hand, so Angelica opened an ointment and applied it to her remaining hand.
“How do you bear the pain?”
Although the wounds smeared with the ointment did not hurt him, Angelica began to feel sad in her heart.
She knew that he had fought many battles since he was young, and that he had gone through difficult experiences over the years.
But that doesn't mean he became indifferent to pain.
The pain does not subside, it is just endured.
Despite all that, this wound was very small compared to what he had been through in his life, so it was likely that he left it untreated.
“It should heal quickly...”
Without realizing it, she felt his nose pulling her slightly closer, and it was clear that she was feeling remorse for not paying attention to him in the past, when she knew that he was getting over his wounds without treatment.
It was something that had passed, yet she felt tears gathering in her eyes for no reason.
She wiped her nose and took more ointment more gently than the first time.
Is it too late for a small breeze to ease the pain?
Despite the delayed realization, she couldn't stop her actions, so she carefully applied the ointment to the back of his hand, trying to ease the pain.
Then suddenly, she realized that the ointment Cyril had given her was almost running out.
“Hmm, I guess I should put more...”
She was so busy focusing on the deep part of the wound, that the far end of the wound needed more attention.
Despite hindsight, she was unable to stop her actions.
She kept thinking that what she was doing was right, so she continued applying the ointment to the back of his hand.
After a long time of trying in vain to fiddle with his hand, she collapsed into a position unable to continue.
Her focus was on the deep part of the wound while the edges of the wound needed more attention.
Hugo's hand was still holding it tightly, how could she get rid of it? “Stay together, my hand,” she said to herself.
She got up to get more ointment.
“What if he wakes up now?”
“Hmm?”
While she was worried deep inside.
She pulled her hands apart but couldn't break the bond between them.
What will she do if he wakes up and starts blaming her?
What if he frowned at her and expressed his annoyance at her behavior?
“I hope that doesn't happen...”
Angelica was willing to accept anything Hugo said, but she hated to be hurt by his words.
She lowered her eyes from his hand, which she had been focusing on for a moment, then moved her gaze to his softly sleeping face.
Ever since she realized he was Hugo Bernstein, her world had become strangely centered on him.
But seeing his face up close was a new experience, as I discovered details in him that I had not noticed before.
One such detail was his hair.
In the book, he is only described as having “black hair,” without any additional details.
But when I looked closer, I noticed that there was a touch of blue in his hair.
“It's beautiful.”
The color she saw vaguely on the ship was not just an illusion.
Angelica walked towards him as if fascinated, and every time she discovered a new side of him, her heart beat harder.
Unable to restrain herself, she ran her hands through his hair.
It was as I expected, dry and rough.
Of course, he wasn't likely to use something like essential oil on his hair.
“Oh, I'd like to try…”
She imagined her combing his hair with fragrant rose oil, and in her mind, she felt that this beautiful hair was emitting a tempting fragrance that she liked.
Then the idea surprised her, so she moved her head and quickly removed her hand.
At that moment, she felt like she might have made a mistake, but she couldn't back down.
It kept in her mind that there could never be anyone else as beautiful and loving as him, and that was the reason why she couldn't resist interacting with him.
“It's impossible.”
The idea of him being her husband might be selfish, but as long as he was going to look beautiful in her eyes only, why not?
She cannot show her husband's beauty to others.
“Hehe…”
She said to herself, “My husband,” and smiled shyly, as this word was strange to her even when she said it.
Then she returned her focus to his hand again, no time to waste.
She didn't know when he would wake up, so how could she waste these precious moments?
While she was tending to his hair, her hand moved from the roots of his hair to his forehead, then down to his eyebrows.
Then I noticed a clear scar around his eyes, marked by a sharp border between healthy skin and the scar.
“He said he was about to lose his sight because of it.”
She remembered when he said that quietly, and her smile dropped, as if she had been on a roller coaster and then dropped back down.
“I don't think medicine will help here.”
She loved everything about him, including his scar, but she was afraid he would feel sad if he saw her noticing the wounds.
Especially since she noticed how he always took care of those scars on his face.
Although she knew that the wounds would not hurt him if she touched them, she did not dare to touch them.
She turned her gaze elsewhere, examining his nose, the deep part of his upper lip, and his full lips.
It was strange that even though he didn't use any cosmetics on his lips, they were naturally red.
“Huh..”
Angelica sighed and began to look down further.
At that moment, she could notice something really strange.
“Oh my God, who takes off three buttons while asleep?!”
Of course he was supposed to take off the buttons while he was asleep, but that fact didn't matter to her at that moment.
She took a deep breath, then exhaled excitedly.
If she continued to look any longer, she had the feeling that she might do something inappropriate.
But, in the end, she still respected his purity, she couldn't do that.
She tried to push her thoughts away and closed her eyes, deeply moved.
Feeling it, a cool breeze of air rushed between them, and soon the dim sun peeked out from behind the clouds, making her feel a little cold.
She felt her body, which had become warm, begin to cool down a little.
“Ah, that feels great.”
It had been a long time, but since Hugo hadn't woken up yet, she felt even happier.
Even though she had only been separated from him for two days, holding his hand gave her a feeling of security.
“Just a little more...”
As she was sinking into those moments, her eyelids slowly began to close, and then she began to fall asleep.
It might seem strange to sleep next to someone you love, but his body, accustomed to his heat, was pulling her to sleep.
She started shaking her head over and over again, as if she was about to fall.
But in one moment, she fell into his arms.
A soft sound came out as Hugo pulled his hand towards her and pulled her head towards his chest.
Then her head fell on his chest forcefully, as if she was pushing herself towards him without resistance.
Her soft eyelids were touching his hard skin.
“….”
Hugo finally opened his eyes, staring at her with a deep gaze.
It seemed as if his eyes, which had previously shown no expression, became full of inquiry and eagerness.
Then he whispered her name:
“…Angelica.”
His head began to approach her lips.
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