Because He Has a Time Limit, He Becomes the Villain's Son-in-law

KDMBW, DMMP - Chapter 20

Since He Has a Time Limit, He Becomes the Villain's Son-in-law - Chapter 20

Translator and Editor: Skye and the Prophet

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Chapter 20's

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I put sincerity in sleep until the early hours of the morning to stay up that day. This was because I thought I should talk to Evan directly.

It was only at midnight that Evan walked into the room with a tired face.

"...Did you not sleep?"

"I've been waiting for you." I said with a big smile.

"Why do you want to do that?"

Evan said a word and then went to the bathroom.

That must be weird. Evan would not speak like that even though he was hiding his true feelings.

After bathing in the bathroom and changing into underwear, she said a word to me while I was still waiting.

“Grow it.”

Oh, that's what he wanted to say.

"I'll find out what happened to you tonight."

Suddenly I frowned at Evan's long arm that he was wearing in the room. It's early summer when it gets hotter.

'Didn't she wear long sleeves when the weather was colder than this?'

There's something unusual.

I jumped in and pulled out the fairy tale book I got as a gift from the bookstore.

"Evan, do you want me to read you a fairy tale until you fall asleep?"

'Reading fairy tales until you sleep at night.' I faithfully followed the words in the diary.

Evan suddenly looked so worried that all his facial muscles twitched.

'Is there a problem?''

I sighed softly when I saw him groan, as if he had faced the challenging problems of this century.

He was so cute that I couldn't help but smile.

I went next to her because she was too cute when she acted like a child, pretended to be an adult, and put on a face that I didn't really hate.

"Why? You don't want to read?”

"…Yes.Yes."

He sat on the chair, avoiding my eyes as if he had made a decision.

“You don't need to read it.”

It was a sharp sound I had never heard before.

"And don't buy something like that from now on."

Why is he so hard?

He was the one who wrote that he liked to read fairy tales. However, no matter how much I act like this, it's true that I don't need to do this.

'Even this fairy tale book ...'

It had been three days since I gave it as a gift, and there were already signs of burns on his hands.

She must have read this book a few times while I was sleeping. So why are you so melancholy?

Evan continued to grumble while rummaging through the fairy tale.

“Sleep first. Don't wait for me.”

He's still acting unusual.

“Well, let's read it together. I bought it because I want to read it with you.”

This is how you do it. I grabbed his arm with a sly smile.

"…Well."

At that moment, I was also a little surprised that he stopped. It was definitely a response that she was not feeling well.

'No, I grabbed it as if I was picking up a little hairy thing.'

Besides, Evan's arm was originally hard as if it would never hurt even if I punched him.

"What's wrong?"

I gripped his arm and lifted the long-sleeved clothes in the room, which had been bothering me for a while.

Evan tried to stop me, but he couldn't even move my clinging arm and looked at me with

frustrations.

“...Evan.”

When I came here, I was quite brave, remembering death in mind. So, for the first time, I asked in a trembling voice.

"What's this?"

Not only were there bruises all over his arm, but there were also severe injuries.

No, Evan had not sustained this injury while he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt before.

“Don't mind it.”

“Why don't I care? I am your wife! I am the closest you are to family!”

Those words caught Evan's attention.

“See elsewhere.”

I forced myself to raise his other arm. The wounds were cleverly only seen in the parts covered by his clothes.

Not likely.

It was never mentioned anywhere that Evan was harassed! Who hit my husband!

"What's this?"

ask me with a trembling voice.

"Who is this? Who did this horrendous act to you?”

It seemed like he was not hit somewhere randomly.

"Sleep first."

Evan casually lowered his sleeves.

“You don't have to know, but everyone does it while you do sword practice.”

It's true that I've never done sword training before, however…

Just because he is human does not mean he should be harassed by others.

'Only, I like swords. I can't say any reason other than that.'

As expected, it was very suspicious that he did not look me in the eye until the end.

“Thank you for the fairy tale book. In fact, you don't have to read it. I'm not a kid.”

You believe sleeping while holding hands will give you a baby, but still you say you are not a child.

He jumped up and sat down at his desk, pulled out another book, and opened it.

“And don't buy stuff for me from now on. I don't need it.”

I was lost in thought.

“Don't wait an hour to buy me something like Ganache.”

"Huh?"

“Why did you wait in line that long? I don't even really like the sweet-sweet.”

To say that, three nights ago, he scraped the bottom of the ganache, getting the least he could.

'Has he experienced early adolescence? What's wrong with her all of a sudden?'

At a time like this, he could only keep his mouth shut even if he dared to ask.

"All right…"

I stretched my shoulders, got up weakly, and lay on the bed first, then covered myself with a blanket.

"I just…"

And turning my back to Evan, I muttered in a weak voice.

“I just want to see you..”.

I didn't forget to sniff a few more times.

My cute little appearance really specialized in stimulating pity. Pretending to be poor is also my forte.

When I cried and pretended to sleep with my shoulders bent in a circle, I heard ******* Evan after a while.

"…sorry."

I heard a small whisper.

'Oh-oooh, I.'

I flicked my tongue inside.

To be honest, he became so excited that I thought this would eventually be the last version of the 'Indifferent Man' that he would have in the future. However, he still seemed to have the innocence of a child.

Either way, I'll save money and run away. So, why is it important if Evan doesn't fit in like everyone else?

I thought of that, but I felt sorry for his stained arm.

No matter how great my ultimate safety is, I can't pretend I don't see anything like it.

And strangely enough, I felt pity every time I saw Evan. I kept thinking of looking at her all night, or when she read the fairy tale book I gave her as a gift over and over again.

He looks so weak doing it.

'I don't have to be the one he wants to talk to, but at least I have to know what's going on. I'll go back to sleep when he wakes up.'

"Like Evan." It is not mentioned in the original story at all.

Evan doesn't seem to have been described much, probably because he's a supporting character. Then, why would they describe the main characters even about their most useless information?

"The original story was really disgusting ..."

I just fell asleep and felt Evan beside me, waking up before dawn.

He slightly swept his hair, changed his clothes, picked up the sword, and left. Evan did not even eat breakfast and directly practiced the sword.

After all, why did he touch his wife's head that was sound asleep?

I woke up, rubbing my half-asleep eyes.

'What's wrong with him? I won't let him go this time.'

I need to find out who did this to my husband.