Please Lend Me 50 Million - Chapter 44

Where is there a husband who prepares even theses just to make his wife take medicine? Even for being excessive, it was too excessive. It wasn’t that she was complaining because the medicine was bitter—objectively, Harriet had gone too far.

Even as Asha’s expression became a mess and then turned into a pained look, Cecile firmly pressed the glass to Asha’s mouth. Now, she didn’t even hide her excited air and was all smiles.

“Drink it all—down.”

“Ugh.”

“All the way—”

Ha-Harriet!

At the thick sensation rushing into her mouth, resentment toward Harriet surged. By the time she drank the last glass, the size of that resentment had grown uncontrollably and distorted into a specific plan. That the next time they met, she would definitely make him drink strangely brewed black tea or make him eat fruit with a foul smell.

“Ugh!”

She had swallowed the strange texture, but the bitterness that was almost stinging showed no sign of disappearing from the back of her tongue. Just as she was struggling to overcome the bitterness by deliberately rubbing her tongue against her cheek, Cecile perceptively put a candy in her mouth.

Perhaps it was quite an expensive candy, as fine sugar powder was on the outside, and a sweet taste spread throughout her mouth as soon as she put it in. Is that all? As she crunched the candy, the fruit juice that had been contained in the center of the candy burst out. It was a lemon candy from Bete Confectionery, Asha’s favorite. Before she knew it, the bitterness had vanished, and only the sweet taste and sour lemon scent remained at the back of her tongue. The lemon scent that faintly rose to the tip of her nose made her feel refreshed.

“Thank you, Cecile.”

Asha was touched to the point where she could have knelt down right then and there. It was such a poignant emotion; her mouth, as it rolled the candy around, was clearly excited. The various candies inside the glass jar made a clinking sound according to Cecile’s movements. It was a sound that made a person excited, like Pavlov’s dog experiment.

Cecile, who was closing the lid of the glass jar, replied casually.

“The Count prepared this as well.”

“The candy, too?”

The movement of pushing the candy into her cheek with a bulge stopped dead.

What… what?

She understood providing medicine for his sick wife, but the consideration to even provide candy to drive away the bitterness was excessively meticulous.

Asha, who had been chewing the candy as if she were about to pulverize it right then and there, carefully touched the remains of the candy with her tongue. It’s very sweet… and ticklish. Could it be that a gentle wind is blowing inside her lungs? Otherwise, it couldn’t be this ticklish.

It felt like this would be the feeling if you put your heart inside a pillow full of cotton and shook it.

The sparkling candy was enticing, and her cheeks heated up at the thought of him personally choosing the cute glass candy jar while thinking of her. It didn’t take long for Asha’s cheeks to turn a color similar to the candy that held cherry juice.

Asha called out to Cecile, who was about to clear the glass jar and teacup and withdraw.

“…Cecile, leave the candy jar.”

It was childish, but she wanted to keep the glass jar by her side and savor his kindness. She felt like she would be in high spirits all day if she kept it on the nightstand. Contrary to her light thought that she would obviously leave it, Cecile hesitated, wavering.

“Cecile?”

Asha tilted her head at the subtle reaction. There’s no way she’d be stingy with candy meant for me. What on earth is it? Just as Asha, who couldn’t find the answer, was about to urge Cecile again, Cecile placed the glass jar on the nightstand and opened her mouth. Awkwardness was smeared all over her, as if it were embarrassing to continue her words.

“He said not to give you more than two a day because your teeth will rot.”

“What?”

At the completely unexpected words, Asha’s eyes went round. She was dumbfounded. She never thought she would hear again the words she had heard around age seven when she liked candy and chocolate. she thought she had graduated from those words long ago at age eleven. Cecile also seemed to know it was a strange request, as she awkwardly stroked the nape of her neck.

“…Who?”

“…The Count did.”

“Pfft.”

Is it true that when a person finds something too absurd, laughter just bursts out?

Pahaha! A laugh she couldn’t hold back poured out. Cecile, looking bashful, offered a faint smile and quickly organized the teacups and wet towels. She clearly intended to flee the situation as fast as possible.

The merciful Asha did not stop such a Cecile—she simply looked down at the glass jar in her arms. Seeing it up close, the texture of the colorful candies was even more visible. Just as she was about to sink into thought while stroking the surface of the glass jar with her index finger, the retreating Cecile peeked her head through the crack in the door. The tone that followed was so incredibly cautious that Asha had no choice but to explode with laughter.

“You mustn’t eat more than two!”

“I’m not a child!”

Pop.

Cecile disappeared behind the door as if she had said her piece, looking unnecessarily spiteful.

When she woke up, Harriet was gone, and to make matters worse, she had to drink bitter medicine and was forbidden from eating more than two candies—so why did her mood feel like it was floating?

Lying on the bed, Asha held up the glass jar and gazed at the candy pieces shimmering in the sunlight. The scent of the candy still lingering at the back of her tongue was sweet.