The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra
Chapter 190: Sick Confessions

Chapter 190: Sick Confessions

However, that wouldn’t make sense; Spade was sick. Why would he even suspect him out of all people? Arren sighed and left it at that; Spade’s condition was what mattered to him the most.

He organized the prescribed medicine. When there was a doctor in the place, Arren relaxed somewhat, at least he wasn’t feeling so much panic anymore.

Spade needed to take his medicine and rest. Arren brushed Spade’s hair, wiping the disheveled hair and revealing his forehead. He stared at him, his eyes softening.

"Spade," he called softly; he knew that the alpha was awake. "You need to take your medicine first." For sure, the auntie had already cooked some soup downstairs. As much as he wanted to cook something for Spade, the alpha himself didn’t want him to leave. Perhaps tomorrow, when Spade gets better.

Since, for sure, Spade had yet to eat anything, just a mouthful was enough, so he wouldn’t take the medicine on an empty stomach. Spade still didn’t say anything; if not for his hold, clutching his hand tightly, he might have thought that the alpha had fallen asleep already.

Just as he expected, not long after, the soup was delivered to his room. It wasn’t the head auntie but a kitchen staff instead. He smiled at him before the servant left, and Arren fully focused on the alpha again.

"Spade, can you get up?" he inquired gently, patting his shoulder. "Or are you already asleep?"

Spade, who had yet to say anything earlier, finally moved and even tried to open his eyes. There was a crease in the space between his brows as he clenched his teeth with his eyes slightly out of focus for a moment after opening his eyes.

"I..." Spade opened his mouth to say something, only to cough painfully, and Arren immediately tended to him and supported his back.

They were now sitting in bed, and Spade was still coughing as Arren rubbed his back. It took a few seconds before it stopped. Spade leaned on the omega’s body, which was considerably weak compared to usual.

Their figures seemed to switch, with Arren being the one supporting the alpha. The distress in his eyes deepened as he watched Spade, but he was also relieved that the alpha could reveal this vulnerable side of him, which showed how much he trusted Arren.

"Just wait, you only need a few mouthfuls, and then you can lie down again." Arren didn’t waste time anymore and leaned Spade first on the headboard so he could pick up the bowl.

Fortunately, Spade tried to cooperate with him and he started to feed him slowly. The alpha still almost finished the small bowl before he refused to eat anymore, and after taking medicine, Arren helped Spade lie down on the bed again.

Arren was about to get up but didn’t want to let him go. He couldn’t help but let out a chuckle; his alpha was too clingy to him now that he was sick. Not that he didn’t like it.

With a helpless smile, he rubbed the back of Spade’s hand to assure him. "I’ll just bring these back and come back."

And yet, even after he convinced Spade, the alpha still wouldn’t let him go.

"Let it be." Spade’s hoarse voice rang as he stared at Arren with half-lidded eyes. It was obvious that he was really sleepy, but since he was stubborn for some reason, he didn’t want to sleep yet.

"You, really." Arren sighed in defeat; he could only put the bowl again in the tray before lying beside Spade again. He wrapped his arms around the alpha, patting him slowly like he was a kid.

In the end, while he was saying that, he really liked this feeling as well. Spade was the one always spoiling him, and now that he was the one who was sick, it was time for Arren to spoil him.

He was still worried, but there was now a relaxed expression on his face, watching Spade’s face and observing his breathing. Arren was now curious: was the alpha like him, watching his face as he slept when he had the fever? He couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

Silence shrouded the room for a few minutes that passed by. Arren watched Spade, while the latter had his eyes closed, giving the impression that he was already asleep.

Arren hoped that he already did, so he wasn’t talking anymore, just patting and hugging him. Spade’s temperature was the same as before; he could feel it in his skin. But now he wasn’t shivering intensely anymore, like earlier.

He also closed his eyes, taking in the silence while calming himself. He didn’t know how to stop the pain, and he was sure he couldn’t do anything in that aspect. One thing he could do was be with him, as Spade wanted and needed him to be.

Because of that atmosphere, unknowingly, Arren fell asleep. A few hours later, when he was startled awake, the first thing that came to mind was Spade!

Arren, who had forcefully awoken himself to his responsibilities, immediately checked his lover’s condition. He touched Spade’s forehead, neck, and arms. Based on his temperature alone, his fever was still high.

His brows furrowed as he blindly sought for a phone beside him and picked it up. He squinted at the light and checked the time; it was already eleven in the evening.

He slept for over an hour. Arren put down Spade’s phone again and focused on the man himself, who was now sleeping peacefully. He reached out and smoothed the crease in Spade’s brows.

And with this action of his, Spade’s eyelashes moved before slowly his eyes opened. It surprised Arren for a second as he suddenly made eye contact with the alpha.

He bit his lips, feeling a bit guilty. "I’m sorry, did I wake you up? It’s fine, you can sleep again, I’ll watch you," he whispered, convincing the alpha to sleep. However, to his surprise, not only did Spade not close his eyes again, he even stared at him without saying anything.

"Spade?" he called with some hesitation in his tone. Was it possible that he wasn’t truly awake? Panic filled his eyes in an instant. Should he call the doctor now?

He had yet to decide what to do when Spade spoke. His voice was clear, albeit low and hoarse.

"My head aches so much," he said in a straight and gentle manner, without any sign of pain except for the sound of his voice. He was only informing Arren about it.

In fact, rather than complaining about the pain he felt to his lover to gain sympathy and be spoiled, it was more like he was only saying it as the truth without any intention of anything.

Arren’s mouth parted upon hearing it. A second before he collected himself, he hugged Spade and touched his temple, attempting to massage and lessen the pain.

"Then, sleep, please? You need to rest," he responded with much worry in his voice and even desperation, Arren suddenly became nervous as he stared at those amber eyes, which were obviously tinged with his fever but held a lot of words that were ready to vent out.

It was as though... He could see the him of earlier to Spade.

"We can talk after you get better," he added hurriedly.

However, Spade was even more stubborn than he is sometimes. Arren was right; there was a familiarity between them at this moment, and Spade’s fever intensified his emotions.

Spade never let his gaze leave Arren; there was a gloom in his eyes. "But it’s not from fever. There’s a lot in my mind, and... it’s difficult." He paused, swallowing from the pain in his throat. For a moment, Arren had the thought to interrupt Spade, but as he noticed just how much he wanted to vent what was inside of him, he could only close his mouth.

Arren knew at this moment that what Spade wanted was... for someone to hear his thoughts, for his lover to listen to him. Just by this alone, it could already be deduced that Spade was having a hard time internally.

Arren’s silence and presence were enough. Despite the way, Spade’s head throbbed painfully, he chose to continue. He couldn’t even sleep otherwise. There were a lot of things that he only knew in his mind, which made his mind and heart even heavier.

"You asked me, why didn’t I let you hear our conversation. I don’t want you to be burdened more than you already are. Arren..." he paused again, this time not because his throat hurt but because it was really hard to say it.

Spade had never thought this was a word that would come out of his mouth. He always thought that even if he truly had it hard, he could endure it no matter what. He would make sure that he would.

He was the monarch and the sun of the empire. A status he should always take pride in, but also a status that shackled him for years and for years to come. It was his destiny.

However, there was nothing fixed in the world. At this moment, Spade wasn’t the monarch, but a man who wanted to be comforted by his lover. Spade’s lips trembled, and his voice almost cracked up. "Everything seems to be turning for the worst. Arren... I’m suddenly tired."

For the first time, since they became together, Arren saw just how the man he always relied on... broke down in front of him, the same way his heart broke into pieces watching his tears flow from those usually stunning and intimidating amber eyes.