Chapter 83
The left side, filled with white-colored belongings, was Felix’s space, while the right side, filled with pink-colored belongings, belonged to Abel.
“Pink suits me.”
Throughout the entire journey he had shared with Felix, Felix had always yielded anything pink to Abel.
‘Pink suits you better.’
He had added those words with a slightly awkward expression.
Abel knew he hadn’t meant them sincerely. Perhaps Felix simply disliked pink, or perhaps it was a color that reminded him of his mother, the Duchess Spencer, and he wanted nothing to do with it.
But even if it had only been empty flattery, Felix had still said it.
Abel had no particular favorite color, so if he had to choose one anyway, pink was as good as any.
* * *
The first night they shared a room.
His hair was definitely much shorter now, so even bathing took less time.
The priests attending to him could never quite hide the regret on their faces whenever they looked at Abel’s cropped hair, but that was none of Abel’s concern.
He had been allowing them to bathe him without lifting a finger when, just as they were finishing, something finally caught his attention.
As Abel stepped out of the bath, he sensed Felix’s holy power surging violently from the bedroom outside the bathroom.
Something was wrong.
Without even taking the time to dry himself properly, Abel threw on a robe.
“Lord Abel?”
Ignoring the priest who had been hurrying over with a large towel and was now staring at him in alarm, Abel strode out of the bathroom.
The moment he opened the door, a chill washed over Abel, and every eye in the room turned toward him.
Water dripped steadily from his hair, and because he hadn’t dried himself, his robe was quickly becoming soaked. Abel paid it no mind and walked straight over to Felix.
Felix and the priest standing before him both looked at Abel in surprise, but Abel merely brushed the damp strands of hair clinging to his face back behind his forehead and looked at the object in the priest’s hand.
More precisely, the object the priest had been trying to force into Felix’s hands.
There was no mistaking what the fragrant oil and the pink object, unmistakably shaped like a man’s pxnxs, were meant for.
The very thing Felix had been dreading ever since agreeing to move into Abel’s room had now come to the surface.
“What are you doing?”
“L-Lord Abel. Why are you already out…?”
The priest’s eyes fell on Abel’s hair.
If it hadn’t been cut short, Abel’s bath would normally have taken much longer than this.
And if Abel hadn’t been paying close attention to Felix’s holy power, he wouldn’t have rushed out without even drying himself.
‘Then I never would have noticed this.’
The priest hurriedly tried to hide the items back inside the box, but that didn’t erase the fact that Abel had already seen them.
“Felix, go take your bath.”
Despite the violent turmoil in his holy power, Felix wore nothing more than an awkward smile. Pointing him toward the bathroom, Abel then extended a hand toward the priest.
“Pink is mine, remember.”
As Abel spoke, gesturing toward his bed awash in shades of pink, the priest visibly panicked. Unbothered, Abel confidently asserted his ownership.
“So this belongs to me as well.”
He had made it perfectly clear when they first divided the room. He didn’t want their belongings getting mixed up, so from now on, everything meant for him was to be pink.
“Lord Abel, please.”
“Hand it over.”
After demanding the item again, Abel glanced back at Felix.
“Aren’t you going in?”
It was because the priest, who had been pleading with Abel for mercy, was looking at Felix as though asking for help.
Having absolutely no desire to help the priest, Felix lowered his head as if he had no choice, then disappeared into the bathroom.
Only after confirming the door had shut completely did Abel forcibly snatch the item from the priest’s hands.
He tossed the bottle of scented oil onto the bed, then took the pink object into his hand.
The moment he did, Abel realized it was something deeply familiar to him.
Its shape, its size, its thickness. Even the color was identical to the real thing.
“They really think of everything.”
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