Chapter 467: in the end, it’s what people do in a honeymoon
"I’m sorry--God, I’m so sorry!"
Natha had his head on my lap and his knees on the ground, hugging my waist tightly with his trembling hands. He had been in this state for fifteen minutes already, apologizing over and over again, so much so that I couldn’t even say anything in response.
That was the first thing he did after I woke up. Still in a groggy state after...how many days was it? Oh, I had no idea. Anyway, I was still too dazed to react, sitting on the edge of the bed in confusion because everything had been cleaned and fixed and I was already clean and clothed.
I had just started rubbing my eyes and yawning widely when the door opened suddenly as if it was in panic or something. Naturally, because the one opening it was even more in panic. He was pale, as if all the flush he experienced the past few days sucked everything.
Naturally, I flinched in shock from the loud sound and his ghastly expression. Perhaps I shouldn’t, because he seemed to perceive it as me flinching at him--at his presence.
At least, that was what I thought when he got even paler and rushed over as if I had just dropped to the ground all bloody or something. But no--the one dropping to the ground was him, and that was when this all started.
"Umm..."
The moment I found my voice, he looked up and Mother! There were tears in his eyes!
"What? Why are you crying?!"
"I’m sorry..." his voice turned hoarse and shaky, as he kept repeating the same phrase over and over again. "Sweetheart, I’m--"
"Sush!" I put my fingers across his lips, shutting him up. "That’s enough."