[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 385

Chapter 385: One Brat, Two Brats

The door smacked against the wall, making a loud thud. The impact nearly sent the hinges flying, but somehow the poor screws were still keeping it upright.

"Brother- You!"

The cub stood there, scandalized, clutching a pair of scissors like he’d just caught a thief red-handed, and this was his divine weapon to deal with him.

Startled by the sudden noise, Xion jerked subconsciously, and in the shuffle, his hand pressed directly against the very obvious bulge between Darius’ legs.

The Archduke let out a strangled grunt that sounded exactly what it was. A sinful erotic moan.

"Are you a Beast?!" Noxian yelled in horror, face going crimson to the roots of his ears. "How can you—how can you be so—!"

He nearly choked on the word "lascivious," swallowing it back in shame at saying such a thing in front of his precious brother.

Darius, thoroughly unbothered, gave the younger knight a lazy glare.

The kind of look that promised something embarrassing than death, depending on how long Noxian planned to keep standing there with those ridiculous scissors.

Just like when he had defeated the young knight in the brawl with only three moves. The first two were only to taunt Noxian.

Pinning the young man under the pillar of shame, the Archduke buried his face back in Xion’s neck.

"See?" he said, voice muffled enough that only Xion could hear. "Told you he’s a brat."

He nipped at the delicate ear, earning a light swat that wasn’t even a real protest.

Noxian stared at the tame beast, getting casually smacked on his head.

Meanwhile, his brother, still as soft-hearted as ever, rubbed on the spot with that indulgent smile on his pale face.

It has always belonged to me, the purple-haired cub thought in annoyance. Now I have to share it with this lunatic.

But honestly, it wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t stand the Archduke.

The way Darius was grabbing his brother by his waist, holding him so close, and that suspicious blush creeping up his dear brother’s otherwise pale face...

All of it oddly reminded him of the times when he caught this deranged beast and his brother snuggling on the cold floor in that expensive herbal pavilion.

He clicked his tongue. After Bianca went to meet his brother there, even that pavilion had become out of reach.

The touch of possessiveness so blatantly obvious in the Archduke’s actions had left him suffocating.

If someone tried to control his actions even to the smallest degree, he would have rebelled long ago.

Not to mention how everything had to go through His Grace’s approval. From the medicine to the fabric used to wipe Xion’s feet, nothing was spared.

But... was it the light streaming from the open window? Or was it the medicine taking effect?

He couldn’t pinpoint it, but his brother looked somehow better. Glowing even, if that made sense in his fragile situation.

So, like a generous person he was, he decided to forgive this perverted devil. It wasn’t hard to pretend to be a good brother-in-law.

Of course, that didn’t mean he liked him. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

But for his brother’s sake, he could grit his teeth and fake not to dream of stabbing the Archduke’s smug face with a dinner fork.

He took a deep breath, calming himself, only to hear the Archduke muttering something that nearly had him growl at him.

"Your dear brother came in here with scissors, like he is about to cut me."

While shamelessly complaining loud enough for fuming Noxian to hear, Darius placed another kiss on the slender neck. "Baby, don’t just laugh. You have to scold him for me."

He sounded annoyingly smug.

From Noxian’s angle, he couldn’t see the Archduke’s sneaky kisses. Only a glimpse of the face of the northern lord resting on his brother’s neck.

"You ask me to be nice to him, and I have obeyed, haven’t I? You have to take my side."

Noxian was exasperated by the overly dramatic sulking.

The vexation had his eyes go wide in disbelief.

"Brother, don’t listen to him! Do you know he didn’t even let me in the room when you were sleeping?" he huffed.

The angry knight even forgot the titles while walking straight to Xion. "I waited for hours with a hot towel and soup! But no, he didn’t let me see you at all! You scold him for me!"

’Sleeping,’ they all called it now. A quiet, mutual lie they agreed upon to soften the truth of Xion’s fainting spells.

No one wanted to call it what it really was, a coma. It was a sign of his body slowly shutting down.

Though after the past week, the fainting had simmered down to only once or twice a day, and he could wake up in about half an hour at the latest, with the longest being four hours.

One could even call it a nap and be done with it.

It was better to be a corpse for two days directly, as it had been at the beginning. Everyone was glad, including Xion himself.

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