The Young Master I Carefully Raised Became Obsessive

The imperial knights stood around them. If Ardion did anything, swords would be drawn against him.

Delzion hurriedly whispered to Ardion, "Lady Laila is in Your Highness’s mansion right now. She wasn’t feeling well and almost collapsed."

Only then did Ardion lower his hand. The magical light that had been shining brightly soon diminished.

Rowell pushed away the servant's hand reaching for him, wiped his mouth with a white towel, and threw it away.

"Remember, you stupid trash, the more you struggle, the more I will not stay still."

Then Rowell left the conference room with the imperial knights.

Ardion's heart pounded. He glared at the place Rowell had left as if he wanted to kill him and then moved his feet. "How is Laila now?"

"The butler said she’s resting. And I don’t think she’s been feeling too well since the healer left.”

Ardion clenched his fists as his pace quickened. Delzion practically ran after him.

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I opened my eyes at the feeling of something softly touching me. Ardion was right in front of me, brushing my flowing hair aside.

“Laila, are you okay?” His voice was still affectionate.

I smiled back at him. Then I quickly moved his hand away.

Ardion’s expression instantly hardened. "Laila?"

"The healer said I shouldn't infuse mana for a week. My mana is still unstable."

"Even so, there's no need to go this far."

"Your Highness, just your touch makes mana flow, so it's better to be cautious."