[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228: A chance To Woo You

Cold was a double-edged sword.

It either meant trembling under layers of clothing, the cold seeping into your bones despite the fire crystals held close — just like Xion had experienced over the last few days.

Or it could be an absolute haven. And that was precisely the case for Xion now.

With his body warm and cozy under the heaviness of the soft duvet, the room’s chill felt almost pleasant.

He had no idea when he’d fallen asleep or when someone had carried him here.

His face was pressed against the pillow, inhaling a faint, familiar scent woven deep into its fabric.

Cedarwood. Xion’s foggy brain picked up the scent that had taken root in the recesses of his mind. He drew a long breath of the aroma tinged with sweetness before burrowing deeper into the thick, fluffy pillow.

His long eyelashes trembled, then fluttered open as a large sigh escaped his parted lips — proof of just how comfortable he was.

Even when he blinked at unfamiliar surroundings, his boneless body didn’t stir to explore.

For a moment, he did nothing but breathe it in.

His half-lidded eyes, still heavy with sleep, took in the room without hurry. Everything looked expensive but not ostentatious. The kind of space that exuded power through restraint.

Deep blue hues painted the walls. A flickering fire danced within a stone hearth a few steps away. Thick velvet curtains shrouded the windows in twilight, regardless of the hour.

Where am I? he wondered, then remembered his earlier stunt. I’m definitely at Darius’ home.

The fact that he wasn’t scolded or punished for hurting the northern sovereign was a miracle on its own, and now he was hoarding one of his rooms as well.

But Xion wasn’t panicked, nor was he afraid. It was strange to say that after he saw Darius, his uneasily empty heart suddenly fell back in its place.

Even if people would betray me, there are those who stay by my side — who coddle me, who’d take a punch for me without reason.

A smile tugged at his lips.

Gathering courage, he tried to sit up, only to find it far harder than he expected. Simply lifting himself felt like a chore.

He glanced at his bandaged fingers, then down at his body. He wore an oversized shirt and comfy trousers. He was spotlessly clean as if someone had bathed him or cast a cleaning spell.

But... who changed my clothes?

If it was Noxian, that’d make sense. Yet no one answered, and his cheeks warmed at the other notion tugging at his thoughts.

Just as he wriggled upright, the door clicked open.

Xion felt a flutter of excitement as the tall figure entered.

Darius paused slightly, then moved forward. He held a cup in his hand, still emitting steamy fog as he made his way toward the bed.

"Xion?" Darius seemed to coo, and that only made the barely awake Xion stare at those gleaming green eyes in a trance.

In seconds, the Archduke was sitting before the sluggish healer. Then he gently tucked a lock of slightly long black hair behind Xion’s ear.

Seeing his baby — naïvely dressed in his clothes, cheeks flushed with sleep — made Darius’s heart race and desire pulse beneath his skin.

Oh, my Xion, he silently thought. So, so beautiful...

"How are you feeling? Any pain? When did you wake up? I left a bell for you to ring."

Under that onslaught of caring questions, Xion’s frozen mind finally stirred. He spotted the little copper bell on the table.

"Ah...I just woke up," he mumbled, nearly coughing from a dry throat. _{frёewebnoѵēl.com}

His hand slid down to Xion’s slender neck. The pulse thrummed beneath his fingertips. Really here...

Darius seemed to smile but his gaze was narrowing on those stained lips. I want to clean them with my tongue.

Xion exhaled in relief. Finally safe, he could plan in peace. I’ll start looking for Mycrosa Tenberis tomorrow, he thought, licking the drop of chocolate from his lips.