[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231: Caught in His Arms

Xion had barely calmed his hammering heart from the onslaught of Darius’s sudden confession.

Patting his cheeks to chase away the heat, his gaze fell on his surroundings.

With light steps, he climbed down the majestic bed, staring at everything with wide eyes. And soon curiosity got the better of him.

The room, unsurprisingly, was grand. The sprawling space was painted in deep, rich hues of blue, like a serene sky wrapped in velvet.

Xion found himself quietly admiring it, unaware that the color had been chosen precisely because it matched the vivid blue of his own eyes.

The golden trinkets glittered against the deep blue walls, giving the room a majestic, almost otherworldly feel like it belonged to royalty.

While admiring the few paintings depicting the frozen lands, he wandered across the new door.

When he opened it, he almost stumbled back in awe. The space was just as massive as the bedroom. The centerpiece was a gleaming marble bathtub large enough to swim in.

Xion let out a gasp filled with admiration, for the bathtub was actually a pool. A big pool inside the bathroom!

It was surrounded by shelves lined with unfamiliar bottles and delicate, ornamental jars.

Ding!

The system chimed in. [Luxury products detected. High-end shampoos, bath oils, and moisturizing lotions crafted exclusively for northern climates. Market value: exorbitant.]

The system’s dry comment almost made Xion laugh.

Since when did Darius care about stuff like this?

Then again... Darius was almost painfully handsome. Ruining that face would be a sin, Xion mused helplessly.

The memory of that earlier confession — whispered so raw, so close — made his ears turn pink again.

He said he likes me...

The thought alone was enough to make him dizzy.

Still lost in his storm of emotions, Xion clumsily fumbled by the tub, accidentally knocking a lever. A sudden spray of warm water burst from the side.

"Ack—!"

Startled, he stumbled back, slipping slightly on the wet floor. He grabbed the nearby shelf, knocking a few bottles down in the process to steady his falling body.

The water droplets clung to his eyelashes as he stared at the mess he had made. The ground was littered with broken glass and products, water still raining down on him.

With pursed lips, he yanked the lever back down.

Thankfully, the water was heated by embedded fire crystals, but in the freezing north, any wet clothes were a death sentence.

Cursing under his breath, Xion stripped off the damp garments.

Unfortunately, even his trousers hadn’t been spared; the pressure had drenched him thoroughly.

Left in nothing but his thin white underwear, Xion quickly pulled up the system menu, scrambling to select new clothes.

Knock, knock.

A knock at the door froze him mid-motion.

Oh no. Panicked, he darted out of the bathroom, limping slightly on a twisted ankle he hadn’t even realized he hurt.

In a frantic move, he threw himself under the massive bed’s duvet, burrowing deep inside as heavy footsteps approached.

Xion watched as Darius settled the cutlery before sitting on the chair like a king.

[Remove the like, host. Darius Rael Darkhelm, though known as the archduke is the sovereign of the entire north. And you have just ruined the king’s luxurious items.] The system admired the archduke and the splendor of the expensive things in the room.

It was in these moments that Xion wished to mute the system. Then, he did exactly that.