So Big....

The wardrobe wasn't that small, but it wasn't very big either. So Abigail hid in the depths of the wardrobe, surrounded by gray and black suits and pants in a row. She firmly covered her nose for the fear of staining those suits and getting caught.

She couldn't get caught, not after watching the guy naked! Ah, how embarrassing it would be!

So she closed her eyes shut, trying her best to lower her sense of presence. Amid this, she heard the sound of the man's bare feet walking across the carpeted floor, directly toward the nighty area.

Abigail heaved a sigh of relief. Good, it was night time. Her dear husband wouldn't need suits anymore. Before she could relax completely, she heard the man's phone ringing from the bedroom.

He walked out and picked up the call. It seemed he talked for a few seconds before hanging it up. Throughout the time, Abigail kept hiding there, looking fearful.

Thankfully, blood wasn't leaking through her nose anymore. That was her only relief.

The next moment, she heard the sound of the door opening as the man walked closer and closer and closer until he stood right in front of the row of suits. Abigail's eyes saw the man's naked thighs through the clothes as her entire face turned hot.

Damn, those legs….

Did I really write him this handsome?!

Abigail felt giddy in her heart as she covered up her mouth, trying her best to hold her bubbling laughter inside that threatened to burst out in excitement. But alas, she couldn't continue hiding anymore.

Soon, Nicholas found something wrong.

One of his favorite suits had traces of blood on it. He stared at the shirt for a while as his eyes turned cold.

The next moment, Abigail saw bright light shining on her face as she cursed out loud, "F*ck! My eyes! Why don't you be a bit more careful?!"

"How did you get in?" Nicholas's voice was dripping with rage as he stared at her with his darkened face.

"Uh… huh…. So big…" Abigail wasn't herself anymore. The fact that her favorite character's thingy was right in front of her eyes, and the fact that he was even her husband, made her entire face so hot that she started feeling dizzy.

Finally, she couldn't hold it anymore as her eyes blurred and she fainted on the spot.

What Nicholas saw was a young lady having traces of blood on her nose, fainted at the sight of him. His nose wrinkled as he looked at her with a trace of disgust in his eyes.

He finally bent over and moved his hand as he moved the strands of hair from her face. His fingers silently went down as he grabbed hold of her neck, staring coldly at her.

His fingers tightened around her neck, and it made him think—she's such a fragile creature, can die at any moment if he put more pressure in his hand. But no.

He wouldn't kill her. Not now when he still had plans for her.

He let go and picked her up.

Even if he hated getting a contract marriage, and even if he was the one to suggest it, he still had to keep her alive. Not for the sake of some sympathy, but to make her die in his stead. Since she wanted to be Mrs. Harrison so much, she would be responsible for blocking bullets for him.

So he princess-carried her toward the room and practically threw her on the bed, returning to the wardrobe. After a few moments, he walked out fully dressed in a suit.

He only gave her a brief glance and walked out of the room, not even bothering to close the balcony. If his 'wife' ended up with a fever, it'd be the best.

By the time Abigail woke up, she was already running a fever. She held her head, feeling dizzy as she pushed herself off the bed. Her expression was full of irritation as she dazedly glanced around, confused.

Ah, that's right. She transmigrated into her own novel. And she fainted right in front of her 'husband' last night because she got too excited.

A trace of blush crept up her cheeks.

That was so embarrassing!

But…

Hehe, the flash of eye candy she received last night was worth it. A bubbling giddiness burst through her chest, climbing up her throat. It was about to roll out of her mouth when the door was knocked. "Mrs. Harrison, are you awake?"

"HEHEHE…. I'M WIDE AWAKE!" Abigail couldn't contain herself anymore as she rolled in the sheets, looking energetic despite running a fever.

Oh, right. The fever!

She sat up abruptly as her expression transformed into serious, asking, "Do you have fever medicines?"

The butler finally pushed open the door and looked at the lady.

Her nose and mouth were covered with dried up traces of blood, and her entire face was flushed red. His brows furrowed.

What happened last night?

It couldn't be the eldest young master who fought and injured her, right?

Then he shrugged. It wasn't his duty to care about these things. He was just a butler.

He nodded and said, "Madam, what do you want to eat?"

"You're asking me? Really?!" Abigail's eyes shone brighter than ever.

Back in the mental asylum, she wouldn't get to choose what she ate. The nurse would control her diet under the instructions of the doctor. So even if she didn't like it, she was forced to eat the kind of food she didn't like.

But, of course, that place wasn't really that terrible. The nurse would sneak her a few items she loved eating. But that was it.

Now that this dear butler offered her to eat anything she wanted, how could she not be excited?! She was so happy that she wanted to head downstairs and eat everything right now!

For a moment, Abigail felt pity that she didn't really focus on this butler and gave him some light in the novel. This character was better than she thought!

She instantly jumped off the bed and rushed to the butler, holding his shoulder firmly, even shaking the old man back and forth. "Really? Do you promise?! Pinky promise?!"

The butler was shaken up so much that he started feeling dizzy. He held his head and said, "Madam, you can really ask for anything you want. I promise."

"OH MY GOD!" Abigail slapped Butler's shoulder so hard that the old man was sure he would get a finger stain there. "You're an angel! Okay, so here's what I want to eat!"

After that, she gave him a list of food items, so long that even the butler felt like he couldn't remember everything at once. He swiftly pulled out his little diary and jotted down everything. Once her chatter ended he looked down at the paper in utter shock.

He glanced at Mrs. Harrison. "Madam… Are you planning a party?"

"Eh? No?" Abigail blushed slightly. "These are the items I like. So please, prepare for it."

"...." The butler took a deep breath and said, "But madam, are you sure you can eat everything mentioned here?"

"I can!" Abigail's face was full of confidence as she slapped the old man's shoulder a few more times. "You just prepared breakfast!"

No, wait, this was just breakfast?!