I Have No Intention Of Training The Male Leads - Chapter 11 Part 3

11. The Rawest Mind (3)

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Castel rose obediently from his chair. He moved without a hitch, but his movements were not those of a drunk. Eve took Castel’s left arm just in case, steadied him, and turned to the servant.

“I believe our guest will need to rest, is there a guest room that you have arranged?”

“Yes, my lady. I have the guest room on the west side of the second floor cleared.”

“Show me.”

One of the maids went ahead and showed her the way, and Eve followed her out of the dining room with Castel at her side. The servants exchanged glances and secretly sighed as the room seemed to be clearing up without incident, though there was a brief moment of surprise, and then they began to clear the liquor cabinet.

Clutching Castel in one hand, Eve strode up the stairs, dismissed the maids at the door to the guest room, and walked meekly after them, carrying Castel into the bathroom attached to the guest room.

“Here you go. Now wash your face and brush your teeth.”

“Yes.”

“Ugh. You need roll up your sleeves to wash.”

He complied, but her conscience wasn’t strong enough to leave the man rolling around like a broken doll and just go to her room, so Eve took it upon herself to roll up both of Castel’s sleeves and walk him out.

She even stayed in the bathroom to help Castel wash his face, worried that he might die of alcohol poisoning while trying to wash his face.

As she splashed water on his face and scrubbed mechanically at his face, he just stood there, oblivious to the trickle of water running down his chin, until she reached for a dry cotton cloth and muttered, “You can’t do that!” and he closed his eyes languidly as she wiped his wet cheeks.

After a quick wipe of the dirt off his face, like washing a cat, he followed Eve outside and plopped down on the bed when Eve tapped him on the shoulder.

“There. You’re going to get some rest here, and you’re going home tomorrow, okay?”

“Yes.”

Muttering, “Good boy,” Eve absentmindedly stroked the man’s hair as he sat on the bed. He blinked lazily at her touch, then suddenly reached up and grabbed her wrist.

Eve was about to apologize, wondering if she had offended him by touching his hair, when Castel fixed his gaze on her hand and spoke in a low, almost monologic voice.

“I get this weird…… feeling when I look at you.”

“What?”

“You’re…… wild and unruly, and you act like you don’t have any common sense.”

“Hmm. I guess I am.”

“I’ve never met a woman who’s been so rude to me, and I’ve never met a woman who barks orders at me so casually.”

“Is that why you were offended?”

He sounded like he was making a drunken joke. Eve looked down at him with a look that said, “Go ahead, say something”. She was beginning to think he was a little narrow-minded, using his drunkenness to express unpleasant feelings.

“No.”

“What?”

“I feel, like, really weird.”

His lips twitched once as if he couldn’t find the right words then closed tightly. Eve stood patiently still, waiting for his mouth to open again.

“Inside my…… heart, it’s tickling.”

“So. When I give you orders, when I boss you around, your heart tickles?”

“To the point where I want to comply with all your weird demands.”

Again, weird. The man mumbled another tone, and Eve’s lips twitched. She bit the inside of her tongue to keep from laughing out loud, then forced her lips open.

“To the point where you want to listen to anything?”

“I don’t know if I’ve gotten weird, or if you’ve gotten your weird on me.”

“Oh, no. Castel.”

Eve gently cupped the man’s chin in her other unclasped hand and tilted it upward. His darting ashen eyes slowly met Eve’s sparkling greenish-brown ones.

“Nothing’s wrong, it’s just like that…”

“Yeah.”

“Do you ever wonder how far you can take to listen to me?”

“…… A little bit.”

The man’s eyes lazily rolled downward again, and then opened. His face was hard, unchanged from his usual expression, but there was a hint of languor in it. His drunken, unabashed display of his tender insides made him seem like a deer, defenselessly exposing its vulnerable nape before the sharp fangs of a predator.

A man who had been taught all his life to suppress his emotions, to put his first priority on serving his lord, could barely contain his whispers as he let down his solid wall of reason through the power of alcohol. The original Eve would have taken this clumsy man under her wing.

Eve gently pried her wrist out of Castel’s grasp. The man obediently allowed her to slip out of his grasp. Eve continued to stumble backward, taking one step, then two. After ten paces, Eve stretched out one hand.

“Can you come this way?”

Castel, who had been watching her from afar, pushed himself out of his seat and stood up. As he started to walk away, Eve’s voice spoke softly.

“On your knees, on all fours, crawl to my lap like an animal.”

He paused, seemingly trying to wrap his head around the voice that pierced his eardrums, and it wasn’t long before his body slowly tilted downward. The moment his knees touched the carpet on the floor, Eve bit her lower lip lightly, wetting her lips with her tongue.

Castel did as he was told, dutifully lowering himself to crawl across the floor like a quadruped, closing the distance between them. With each step he took, Eve’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as if they were studded with stars.

Finally, he came to her feet, knelt down, and looked up at her.