Quick Transmigration: Irresistible Beauty-Chapter 413: Substitute Bride of the Demon King (17)

"Headache," Silas muttered, his voice strained, as if just uttering the word took effort.

Yue Ran looked down at the other party's loose expression, and then she carefully moved closer. She then lowered her voice and imitated the tone the female protagonist would use and said, "Then let me help you. I will rub it for you, okay? It will stop hurting. Whenever I had a headache when I was a child, my mother would take care of me like this."

Yue Ran: All lies. The family of the original body does not love her at all.

The young woman then continued speaking as gently as she could, seemingly brainwashing the man. "Husband, do not think of other things. Rest. Sleep peacefully, and when you wake up, your headache will definitely stop."

Yue Ran said these words in a soothing tone, her voice soft and melodic as she coaxed him softly. She focused intently on the gentle rhythmic motion of her fingers, massaging the back of his head and temples.

Perhaps the head massage she performed really had some relaxing effect because after a while, Silas's mood calmed down, and the tension in his body eased.

After a while, she carefully withdrew her hands, sensing the shift in his demeanor. With deliberate grace, she reached into the pocket of her elegant dress and retrieved a delicate handkerchief. With tender movements, she wiped the sheen of sweat that had gathered on his forehead, her touch light and attentive.

While wiping, Yue Ran noticed the wounds on the male protagonist's hands. He seemed to have received them when the broken pieces of porcelain cut into his skin. Red blood was dripping down his fingers, so she carefully opened his palm. With that action done, she saw even more wounds on them.

Yue Ran immediately felt distressed and thus softly caressed Silas's uninjured skin with great care.

"Your hand is injured, and the wounds have not been treated yet," Yue Ran said. "I will go and get medicine to help you treat them."

Before the young woman could finish her words, however, her wrist was grabbed by someone.

Silas abruptly opened his eyes and saw that face— the fake— which was almost the same as Ellie's. His expression abruptly turned aggressive, and he warned Yue Ran fiercely, "You are not allowed to go anywhere. You can only be mine."

Yue Ran was stunned and deliberately showed a frightened look on her face. Then a sincere smile appeared in her eyes as she said, "Do not be afraid, husband, I will not leave you; I will stay here with you." She gently held his hand, "I will always be with you…"

Silas squeezed her hand tighter when he heard this. He then covered his chest with one hand, blood oozing from the gaps between his fingers due to his wound.

"Do you like Andre?" he asked. "Is that why you treat me like this?"

Is that why she could stab him so easily with a sword infused with magic, without any regrets?

The male protagonist was referring to the wound from the sword that Ellie had inflicted on him without any remorse, as in the plot.

Yue Ran paused for a moment, then reacted. She gently shook her head and whispered soothingly in his ear, "I do not like Andre; I only like my husband."

Her voice was gentle and sincere, flowing like a soft breeze, carrying an almost enchanting quality that seemed as if it were laced with a kind of magic that could soothe people's hearts— and in this case, Silas's heart. Each word she spoke was wrapped in warmth, layered with a tenderness and striking sincerity.

Yue Ran continued to say a lot of words in a nagging manner, animated and full of emotion, her voice rising and falling as though it were a musical score of its own. She spoke with the kind of earnestness that could transform the mundane into something extraordinary.

After she finished her extensive monologue, she sang a few songs that the original owner of the body's mother used to sing to Ellie to help her sleep when she was a child. The tunes were soft and caressed the air with a delicate beauty, their rhythmic lilt a balm for restless minds.

Unfortunately, buried beneath the sweet notes was a bittersweet truth. The gentle care embedded in those songs was not meant for the original owner of the body, who stood in the shadows, longing for the affection that seemed to flow so freely to the beloved female protagonist, Ellie. This was all because the original owner of the body did not possess magic. It was this absence that branded the original owner's heart with an indelible mark of inadequacy, a heavy weight she bore as her original sin.

Having no magic is her original sin.

Magic is an unbridgeable chasm that she could never cross.

Silas did have a headache at first, but as he listened to the young woman's soothing words and those gentle songs like a lullaby, he truly forgot about his discomfort. He could still recall that when he felt drowsy, someone kept calling his name in his ear. The voice sometimes addressed him as her husband, and at other times as Sil.

The man did not know why it sounded a little familiar and noisy to his ears.

When the male protagonist awoke the following day, he was immediately assaulted by a splitting headache that throbbed relentlessly at his temples. His chest felt unnaturally heavy, as if it were burdened by the weight of massive boulders, which made each breath a labored task and left him feeling constrained in his movements. Blinking against the harsh morning light filtering in through the curtains, Silas instinctively reached out to cover his chest in an attempt to soothe the discomfort, but unexpectedly touched something.

To his surprise, his hand met something soft and fluffy instead of the familiar texture of his own clothing.

Silas: ?