gentleman's servant

Oscar's condition didn't improve, but he got worse after dark. His whole body was hot and his speech was slurred.

I half hugged him, let him lie in my arms, picked up some cold food, and fed it to his mouth.

"My lord, eat something."

"I don't eat, I want to throw up." He said.

"Then drink some water."

"I won't drink it, take it away."

"Drink, just drink a little." I took a spoon and fed him forcefully, and then put the food in his mouth: "Eat something too, it's better to spit it out after eating than not eating at all."

"Take it away, don't you understand!"

I had to put down the food and water and help him lie down.

After a long time, he looked into my eyes and said, "I will die here."

I said, "You're thinking too much, you'll be fine, trust me."

"If I die, this family will inherit all my property. This is ridiculous. I originally came to discuss inheritance with them, but it turned out to be the other way around. They must be very happy." He said sarcastically.

I froze for a moment and didn't answer.

Oscar said again: "Where are my servants? Are they sick or are they unwilling to come?"

"One is sick," I replied.

"Really? Huh!" He looked like a cynical protester, his face slightly contorted, and then he stared at me and asked, "Even they won't come here, why did you come? Aren't you afraid of death?"

"We're not going to die," I said.

"Where does this confidence come from? It's ridiculous, you are a lowly servant...cough cough..." This time he coughed for a long time, and his face turned red.

"Rest well, you'll be fine soon."

He grabbed the quilt, trembling all over, his face and lips were as pale as paper, he said: "I have no strength, I am very cold, the Lord has come to summon me, I will go to see my father."

I touched his forehead, it was still hot, no wonder he felt cold.He looked at me feeling weak and hopeless.I wanted to laugh a little, it was hard to imagine that this cowardly man would be the calm and decisive Baron Bruce.It seems that when faced with death, even the most powerful man will feel fear.

I sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, took off my shoes, and crawled under his covers.

"What are you doing?" he asked me, frowning, as if offended.

I shook my head, motioned him not to speak, and put my arms around his body.

"Is it still cold? Go to sleep, I'll be with you."

As if feeling my body temperature, he just hesitated a little, and then obediently lay in my arms.

Soon, he fell asleep.

Looking at his sleeping face, I let out a long breath.

I regret everything I have done to him, if I can make it up to him...

Unlike the last time I was forced to take care of him by the housekeeper, this time I came willingly.Last time, I was trembling in fear of being infected with smallpox, and I didn't take good care of him. I just wanted to get away as soon as possible, but this time, although we were only in contact for the first time, we talked a lot with each other.

It seemed to be snowing again outside the window, and the gusty wind blew the window edge and made a bang.

In this quiet night, I can't sleep all night.Everything that happened in the previous life swept back and forth in my mind, I could only hug the man in my arms, trying to forget everything.

……

I work hard every day, hoping that one day I can sleep until I wake up naturally.

This day I really slept until I woke up naturally, the morning sun was shining directly on my eyelids, and I felt a slight breath sweeping over my earlobes.When I opened my eyes, I saw a pair of dark brown pupils. We kept the same posture as last night, and my hands still hugged him tightly.

It was very strange for two men to sleep together in such a way, the baron suddenly had a look of embarrassment on his face, and he said, "Can you leave my bed?"

I was even more embarrassed, and hurriedly got out of bed and sorted my clothes.

"I feel much better, and I feel a little hungry. It shouldn't be smallpox. Smallpox is much more serious than mine. Go and inform Lord Viscount that my fever has subsided and ask him to call a doctor for me." He said to me coldly explain.

"Yes, my lord, I'm going now." After I bowed, I turned around and was about to go out.

"Wait a minute," he said.

I turned around: "Do you have any orders?"

"Your wig is crooked."

I touched it in a hurry, and the wig was hanging on my ear, and I could imagine my embarrassment just now.

"Then please wait a moment."

I went into the hall and came to the butler's room.

The butler looked at me in surprise, as if he was afraid of my approach: "You, why did you come out? What happened? Sir Baron, is he not feeling well?"

"In fact, Lord Baron, he is much better. It should not be smallpox. He said he needs to see a doctor."

"Are you sure it's not smallpox? How do you know he's better?"

"Woke up this morning, his temperature has returned to normal, and it looks more like a rash." I said.

"Rash? Nonsense! The Baron is already 26 years old, how could he have a rash like a child?"

"But he did have a fever."

The butler hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, I will inform Lord Viscount, and then send someone to call the doctor. You...you are very brave, my child, and you should be commended. I will tell Lord Viscount about your situation."

The doctor was invited, and after his diagnosis, he said: "It is indeed not smallpox, it is a rash, which is contagious to a certain extent, but it is not very dangerous. It is probably because of the high fever that the rash becomes congested, and it looks like smallpox herpes." .Don't let the wind blow, it will be cured in a few days."

The valet who refused to take care of the baron at first resigned and left in shame.

The steward put me in the baron's service until the baron's other servants arrived.

All the owners of Mormont Manor came to visit the baron, especially the third lady, Catherine, who came here every day and didn't care about the possibility of infection at all.

The baron changed back to his taciturn appearance. He was steady and majestic, and he did not hesitate to order me to do things. I couldn't imagine that this was the frail man a few days ago.We didn't talk any more, he just told me which book to fetch, what to eat tonight, turn on the lights, turn on the fireplace, etc.

……

Annie said to me excitedly: "Congratulations, Owen, you have become the baron's personal servant."

Simon said coolly: "Come on, that's only temporary, haven't you heard that the baron's new servant is coming soon?"

"You're jealous of Owen," said Annie.

"Huh, jealous of him? Don't be kidding, I just want to warn him not to let the joy go to his head."

"But Owen will be promoted to a senior valet, right?" Annie looked at me expectantly.

I nodded and said, "Although I'm not sure, Butler Aaron praised me, so I should."

"That's really nice," said Anne.

In my last life, I was promoted to be a valet after taking care of the baron who I mistakenly thought had smallpox, and I think it will not change this time.

At this time, the bell on the wall rang.

"Oh, the baron is calling you," said Anne. "You have been in the room with him all day, and you only came out for a short while, and he called you again."

"The baron is very afraid of the cold, and needs to add firewood to the fireplace from time to time." I said, carrying a tray and walking towards the guest room.

There was a glass bottle full of rum on the tray, and I tapped twice on the door and I entered the room.Put the tray on the coffee table, poured a small glass of wine, and brought it to the baron: "My lord, you want wine, but the doctor advises that it is best not to drink."

I felt like I was being stared at for a long time. The baron didn't touch the wine on the tray, but said, "You've been down for too long. I've finished reading my book. Go get me a new one. Today's Why didn't the papers come?"

"Sorry my lord, today's newspaper may be late because of the snow. What book do you want to read? I'll look for it now."

"What kind of books can there be in this old house?" The baron said hoarsely, "Go and find two travel books."

I hurried to the study in the hall downstairs and picked out two travel notes at random.

The Baron turned a couple of pages, frowned, and tossed the book aside, as if dissatisfied with my selection.