[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke-Chapter 149: Xion doesn’t Want His Lover To Be An Old Man Like Darius?

Chapter 149: Xion doesn’t Want His Lover To Be An Old Man Like Darius?

The healer had no clue how he managed to enter the carriage.

Ah, no. He, in fact, did not.

He was directly carried inside! In front of so many eyes at that!

As soon as Darius placed him on the cushioned seat, Xion scrambled to the farthest corner, his back practically glued to the window.

His entire body was still burning, and no amount of frantic ’calm down’ screaming in his mind seemed to help.

Darius, on the other hand, reclined lazily across from him.

The wheels rolled over the pathway. With each jerk, his tall legs brushed against Xion’s knee.

All the while, the archduke made no move to stop it.

Rather he was amusingly watching how his nominal husband was trying so hard not to say... something.

This silly kitten was the only one Darius could not figure out. Even now, with his face still slightly red, Xion had been silent for nearly a quarter of an hour.

The crimson on his cheeks faded. His lips parted as if to say something and then hesitated before falling silent again. And now his lips were pursed as a frown settled over his brows.

"What?" Darius finally asked. "Just say it."

Why are you looking so troubled when I am here?

The archduke was confident that he could solve Xion’s worries. Well, most of them.

After spending so many days with Xion, even he was not so confident about it anymore.

"The crown prince hates you." Xion spoke. "And his father also does not seem to like you too much."

Darius hummed lightly. At first, His Majesty had been kind. Well, as kind as sitting on that powerful throne allowed him to be.

Darius was glad that he was sent to the war. Because that was when he established his own power and status through his hard work.

If the king was truly looking after him or was just using him to kill his enemies, it never mattered to him. It was a win-win situation for both of them.

However, now the king had turned older, and old people, especially the ones holding power, tended to go senile before dying.

"Won’t he cause trouble for you? Will you be fine?" Xion was really worried about the way his majesty was glaring at him and Darius.

"He’s only gotten more predictable," The archduke shrugged lightly as if he were not talking about the king but a mere commoner. "That’s all."

Darius could see it actually. It was, without a doubt, Isidor’s influence.

The crown prince’s words had made their home in the recesses of His Majesty’s brain, making him think it as his own idea to get rid of him. freёnovelkiss.com

But in reality, it was all just fluke. A fake facade of a lovely son looking after the bad guys (mainly him) who might or might not be after his father’s power.

Xion’s frown did not loosen a bit, "Predictable... but still dangerous."

"Dangerous only if you are weak." Darius leaned forward, and the shift in his posture was enough to make Xion press himself further into the corner.

His Xion was weak. So fragile that even a slight push from the royal family and he would break so easily.

So, it was only natural for the archduke to pull him under his protection. As for the reason... Xion was his.

Call him his advisor, healer, or plaything... the name did not matter anymore.

What mattered was Xion was exactly where he should be. In front of me...

"I might be anything, but weak." Darius carefully said those words. As if he was making sure that Xion knew who he really was.

Not explicitly though. Not yet.

The archduke’s fingers tapped against his knee. A lazy, rhythmic motion that somehow felt more unsettling than his usual sharp glares.

"His majesty was looking at me weirdly," Xion muttered. "And that crown prince, he was watching you like he’s waiting for an excuse to do something bad to you. I don’t like any of them."

The tapping of the long finger halted.

Darius leaned back, resting his chin on the back of his hand, silently observing the worry in Xion’s eyes.

"Are you worried about me?" Darius asked even after knowing it.

"Of course, I am. I am your ’advisor’, remember?" Xion joked as he finally looked at Darius.

But there was no light chuckle or even a slight curl of his Grace’s lips.

So embarrassing... Am I really that bad at telling jokes?

Xion silently mused as his gaze met the pale green eyes, and suddenly, he thought that those eyes were really too pretty.

They were like crystals, less shiny, and yet had the power to hypnotize anyone with their mesmerizing beauty.

Xion had to cough lightly to break the strange silence. He silently stared at His Grace, for him to speak.

Darius, on the other hand, was recalling how this same innocent-looking person had kissed his hand, the same hand he had kept on his lap.

Although he had not said anything, the skin that touched those lips was still burning.

There was a weird tingle dancing on his hand, so he did not let it touch anything else. He wanted to feel it until it lasted.

But why?

He had always hated it. Loathed the feeling when his skin even came too close to someone else. Although he did not hate Xion, he also did not feel something so tingling like this.

And Darius did not feel it disgusting. Oh, no. Not at all.

Rather he actually seemed to find it funny in a way. Especially the way, Xion had looked at him after that.

As if even he himself was not sure whatever he had done was right or not.

"Just that?" Darius raised his brow.

With a playful smile, he continued, "Should you not care for me because you love me so much? Right, my husband? You were all shy and red that it made me wonder..."

Darius pinched Xion’s cheek which felt soft and warm under his calloused fingers. "... Maybe you really like me."

Xion had to secretly pinch his thigh as his fingers curled on the fabric.

He is just teasing me. Don’t think too much.

Just as Darius leaned back in his seat, Xion gulped.

Exhaling slowly, Xion gave Darius a once over.

His gaze traveled from his feet to his hair, not knowing that the archduke was subconsciously tilting his face slightly to the side he thought was more handsome.

Then the archduke heard something so strange that he doubted his ears.

"You are not my type."

Confused Darius, "...Huh?"

Xion thought that his words were too modern for this era so he elaborated, "I mean that I do not like your type of people. So, you don’t have to worry about me falling for you."

He must have heard it wrong. How could he not be Xion’s type?

The Archduke was actually so surprised that he even forgot to speak.

"And you are twenty-six, and I am sixteen. We are ten years apart, your grace. I don’t want my lover to be an ancient man."

Darius, a twenty-six-year young man who was suddenly called old, "..." Ancient?

Xion had no clue what kind of heinous knife he had plunged into Archduke’s heart. With a super serious face, he spoke again. "And I am worrying because you are my patient."

Darius took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. Has anyone dared to call me an old man?

The answer was, of course, no. But was there any resemblance of Xion with other normal people? The answer to that question was also a big no.

As if calling the young man ancient was not enough, Xion delivered another seemingly innocent but blunt knife into Archduke’s chest.

"And if you die, who’s going to pay me?" Xion shook his head lightly, "I need my fees, your grace. You can’t just dine and dash."

Dine and Dash?

Another word which Darius found impossible to understand.

"What is Dine and Dash?"

"Ah, that," Xion chuckled lightly, "It means to run away after eating, without paying the bill."

Darius just stared at Xion. Was he not showing enough richness in front of Xion that he thought like this?

Where would he need to eat and run away because he did not have money to pay the bill? He could buy the whole restaurant if he wished for it!

But... I made him stay in Uzera city’s broken inn.

A flicker of recognition danced in his pale eyes. It was indeed true that most of his wealth was back at home.

Darius decided then and there that once they went back, he was going to show Xion just how rich he was.

At that time, the archduke had no idea that his wish to shower Xion with riches was not going to be fulfilled.

He would be returning to the North without a certain silly healer.

He was taken out of his thoughts when Xion smacked his own head.

"Ah sorry. I forgot you don’t know this slang. Dine and Dash, actually meant to use something and leave without returning a favor. It can be used in many ways."

Darius hummed. Although it was super weird, it also strangely made sense. Just like this fluffy creature who was now smiling so brightly.

"Don’t worry. I won’t Dine and Dash. I promise that once you are done treating me, I will give you anything you wish for."

Xion’s eyes lit up like stars in the dark sky, "Really?"

Darius nodded. And before he knew there was a smile curling on his lips. He was mirroring Xion without even knowing it.