Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 540: Don’t Skip Anything

Ronan continued to hug Arielle. The girl tried to release her husband’s hands from her body several times, but all his efforts were always in vain. Arielle wanted Ronan to go back to rest because the man hadn’t fully recovered yet.

"Ronan, you should rest again," she said, while ruffling her hand over her husband’s hair.

Ronan shook his head. "No, I don’t want to. What if you disappear from my eyes again and I can’t reach you?"

Arielle kept patting her husband on the back. Ronan must have had a tough day because he became this thin. Arielle was unable to push Ronan away, so she leaned back to see her husband’s face instead.

Ronan opened his eyes again and drowned himself in Arielle’s blue irises. He touched the girl’s face gently while smiling brightly. His eyes couldn’t lie, he missed his wife so much.

"I want to kiss you, but I’m really smelly right now," said the man, making Arielle laugh.

The girl tiptoed and pulled Ronan’s neck closer. Arielle then gave him a kiss on the cheek. She wanted to immediately tell Ronan about Irene and Arthur.

"Ronan," Arielle called. The ends of her lips curled up into a smile.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"I want to tell you something incredible."

"What is it?"

"Not here. We have to go back to your treatment room first so the doctor can check your condition."

Ronan held Arielle’s hand who was about to walk away from him. "I’m very healthy now. Instead of seeing a doctor, I want to clean my body first."

Arielle turned around, then put her palm on Ronan’s forehead. After making sure the man was really fine, she nodded her head. Ronan’s body temperature had returned to normal.

"Alright, I will wait."

Ronan shook his head. "You’re coming with me," he said as he pulled Arielle and carried her in his arms. Ronan then went to his room. After they arrived at the door, he was a little worried because their room was very messy and only filled with bottles of alcoholic drinks.

"Why don’t you come in?" Arielle asked confusedly.

"Er... let’s just go to your room."

Just as Ronan was about to turn around, the door to their room opened from the inside, and Lucas and a few maids, as well as servants, came out of the room. Ronan let out a sigh of relief after seeing Lucas worked fast to clean up all the mess. Lucas was allowed to leave the king’s room.

"Wow ... it feels like I haven’t seen this place in a long time," said Arielle while looking at some furniture that was very familiar to her.

During his stay at Birwick Castle, everything was very simple. In her room, there was only a wooden bed with a cloth mat and a small table beside it, while Ronan’s room was full of furniture made of gold and wood with the best polish. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Ronan lowered Arielle to the floor so she could stand on her own two feet. He then told the girl to turn her head to the right.

"Oh!"

"You are very beautiful," Ronan said with a smile. He was standing behind Arielle while showing the painting of her that filled most of the wall in the room.

The large painting showed Arielle with her crown like a queen. A tear fell down her cheeks because she had broken her promise to become a queen. Ronan must have had a really hard time handling it on his own. Just three days before the day of her coronation, Arielle disappeared.

"Do I still deserve it?" she asked.

Ronan who had been watching his wife’s hair nodded his head. He wanted to know what had happened to Arielle’s beautiful hair. Who had cut it? It was really messed up.

"Who cut your beautiful hair?" Ronan asked while pointing at the ends of Arielle’s messy hair.

"Ah ... sorry, I cut it because long hair hinders my activities a bit," replied Arielle.

Ronan nodded. Then, he carried the girl into the bathroom.

"Please tell me every detail of your day. I don’t want you to hide anything anymore."

"Yes, I understand."

***

Arielle prepared warm water. After it filled the tub, Ronan soaked himself. The man let out a long sigh because it felt like he hadn’t felt this delight and comfort in a long time.

"You don’t want to join me?" Ronan asked as he pulled Arielle’s hand so the girl didn’t go away from him.

Arielle shook her head. She had taken a bath just a few minutes ago. Ronan sighed in disappointment. He still did not let go of Arielle’s hand. Even just to get soap or a towel, Ronan didn’t want to let go of her hand, making it difficult for Arielle to wet the man’s hair that was really tangled.

Arielle pulled Ronan’s face up and then kissed him on the lips.

"I’m not going anywhere. I’m just taking shampoo from that table," she pointed at the wooden table near the door. After thinking about it for a while, Ronan released his grip from Arielle’s hand.

"Arielle."

"Yes?"

Arielle then sat in her original place. Ronan took his wife’s hand again and gave it a long kiss. When Arielle was not by his side, he felt like living in this world was meaningless. Alcohol helped him create an image of Arielle, and he was trapped in his dream world. However, every time he woke up, he felt empty. So once again, he took a sip of the drink and went back to dreaming of Arielle, imagining the girl was by his side.

Ronan hated the frustration of not having Arielle around, but now his wife was here.

"I’m not dreaming, am I?" Ronan asked while pulling Arielle’s face to come closer.

Arielle stroked her husband’s face. "I’m here. Totally real. You can hug me after this."

"So, why can’t I contact you anymore?" Ronan asked curiously.

Arielle mumbled. "Hm... where should I start to tell you about it?"

"Start from scratch. Don’t skip anything."