BECOMING THE ANTAGONIST'S FIANCÉE

vomiting

A week passed quickly. The beginning of March brought the sky to tears with clouds. Archen often felt cold, even though his room was heated. It had been almost three weeks since he'd been hospitalized. It wasn't for nothing. The accident he'd suffered was indeed very serious, requiring surgery on his head and three broken legs. The examination also revealed that Archen had experienced heart failure, but he was grateful to be alive.

In truth, this body wasn't given life, the accident had taken Xio to the afterlife. The reason Xio lived was because his body was inhabited by a stray soul that somehow managed to enter this lost body.

But Archen couldn't honestly say that he wasn't Xio. First, he would be thought crazy, and second, no one would believe his. They only believed that Xio had been given a miracle, a new life, a new personality, a new brain.

Archen had recently learned new facts about Xio. He'd heard that Xio was the daughter of a conglomerate whose wealth would never run out, even after seven generations. Xio had a very good family in public, and even in the real world, he parents were very kind, but... the problem wasn't her parents, but Xio herself. The youngest son of the Valerioz family, whose behavior was so bad that he was hated by the community.

Besides being a rebel, Xio often raced illegally and brawled, disturbing the residents. His family's great love and patience in trying to change Xio for the better were in vain, until they finally decided to hold an engagement between Xio and the young master of the Zieghare family, who was also quite influential in the community.

And because of this rebelliousness, Xio ended up in the hospital.

Archen stood by the window, gazing out at the view from his room. Being indoors all day was boring, perhaps because he was used to living outdoors, which had made him accustomed to such things. Archen occasionally glanced at the clock in his room; at exactly 3:00 PM, the man who often visited him would arrive. For some reason, Archen always awaited his arrival.

Crack

Firm steps entered Archen's room. Archen could guess who it was, as he sensed a figure behind his. But the man wasn't alone; he'd arrived with the nurse who'd brought Archen lunch. Archen, who'd been staring out the window, turned around and passed the man, still in his work uniform. He hadn't even seen him out of it once.

The man sat on Archen's bed. He then patted the spot in front of him, seemingly without prompting him to sit. Archen immediately complied, sitting there, staring at the rows of hospital food he was supposed to eat.

Archen stared anxiously at the food. Afraid he'd vomit blood if he finished it all. But he'd better do it, or the man in front of him would be furious. Archen didn't even know the man's name yet. He rarely spoke or even exchanged pleasantries.

"Finish it." It wasn't a casual word. It was a command to Archen.

Once again, Archen refused.

"I can't do this, it's too much, I'm going to throw up," but the man in front of her didn't care, forcing Archen to finish the food.

Archen grabbed his spoon, dipped it into the porridge, scooped it up, opened his mouth slightly, and then scooped the food into his mouth.

The man continued to watch Archen eat. Archen ate slowly, chewing very slowly, perhaps taking her 20 minutes to finish. That's how he described it.

After swallowing the porridge, Archen moved on to a soup, and did the same thing over and over again with different dihes. When he tried the salmon, his mouth bulged, his stomach lurched, and Archen immediately ran to the bathroom to empty his stomach. he vomited until he was weak, and the man watched his as he vomited. Archen could only manage one mouthful at a time.

he simply couldn't take it. his face was pale, and sweat beaded on his forehead. However, if this continues, it will only get worse. Archen could become malnourished, unlike the image of his former self, a voracious eater. After the accident, not only did his speech change, but so did his eating habits.

ugh!

Archen slumped limply under the sink. He couldn't support herself anymore; he was exhausted, physically and mentally weak.

But suddenly, someone touched his body, as well as his legs. Archen immediately turned to face the man who slowly stood up after carrying his bridal style. He carried his to the bed, laid hus down, and then gave her water and medicine. Archen still stared at the man with an innocent face. He was confused, why did he have to carry his bridal style? He should have just been carried, right?

After drinking, Archen placed his glass on the nightstand. Before she could turn around, the man's hand touched his face and...

Cup

A brief kiss landed on her forehead. Archen was surprised by the suddenness. In his silence, the man kissed his again, this time not on the forehead but on the cheek. Just as he was about to kiss his lips, the man stopped and wiped his thick, pink lips as he said,

"I'll do it here when we get married," he said coldly, staring at them.

He returned to his original position, called the nurse to bring Archen food, then excused himself to the doctor's room for a consultation. After the man left, Archen woke up from his shock, immediately covering his entire face with a cloth, and touching his forehead and cheek alternately, feeling how soft those lips touched his face.