When I Got My Senses Back

Chapter V: Surprise! I'm More Than Just A Rich Family's Son—I Can Cure Your Insomnia! (1)

"Brother Reggie, I’ll be looking forward to it," Garrett said with a smile as he exited the room.

Reginald’s smile grew more mysterious. "I hope you’ll still be smiling later."

The maid hesitated. She had just watched her master pretend to be clueless in front of his brother. But who was she to question him? She was utterly confused, yet it wasn’t her place to interfere. "Master Belmont, shall I prepare the bath instead?"

"No need," Reginald replied with a chilling smile, rubbing his hands together like he was savoring something. "I want to personally draw a jasmine mint-scented bath for my 'dear' wife and little brother."

He wasn’t cunning, but he was smart. Revenge was simply in his blood.

The maid blinked, puzzled. In the past, whenever the ‘fool’ had attempted things like this, she would always be irritated, furious even, because he’d end up mixing hot and cold water in a way that burned his skin or tossing random bath products into the tub, sometimes even tasting them because they smelled sweet and he didn’t know better.

She would secretly curse at the madam for being ignorant towards her own husband, even if he was a fool.

But this time, she wasn’t angry. She seemed... calm. Even strangely eager. As if she was waiting to see what the supposedly recovered Master Belmont would do.

After Reginald finished preparing the bathwater, Garrett stepped into the bathroom. He tilted his head, a look of innocent curiosity on his face, like a rabbit. "Brother Reggie, I’m used to being attended by maids when I bathe. Stay and assist me."

Reginald nodded, obedient like his former foolish self. "Yes… yes… Little Reggie knows… what to… do…"

He thought to himself: wasn't his wife supposed to be joining his shameless brother in the bath? Was that just a bluff after all?

Good. Maybe her punishment would be a little lighter if she wasn’t actually cheating and just flirting with another man.

Garrett, seeing Reginald's meek behavior, felt a rush of triumph. Not just because his brother was acting obedient again, but because it confirmed what he had hoped—Reginald was still the same fool as before. If he were truly sane, there’s no way he’d act like this. Reginald had always been too proud.

Dropping his pretense now that they were alone, Garrett sneered and spoke with arrogant authority, like the tone of someone who thought himself the true master of the Alexander house.

"Reginald Belmont, if only you’d understood sooner, your life here wouldn’t have been so pathetic. You can’t hold onto the role of her husband. Sooner or later, I, Garrett Belmont, will be the man of this house. That cold, flawless woman you call your wife, she’ll be mine."

Then, as if to crown his declaration, he removed his robe and tossed his boxers at Reginald’s feet, standing stark naked without shame.

"Reginald Belmont, honorable heir of the Belmont Family, my boxers need to be washed. By hand. You’ll wash them."

Garrett stepped into the bath with a smug smile—only to jerk back instantly with a howl of pain. Something sharp had stabbed his foot.

Startled, he looked down and saw shards of broken glass embedded in his sole. The bathwater was filthy, murky, and full of jagged glass!

"You bastard! You did this on purpose, didn’t you?!"

Enraged and humiliated, Garrett raised his hand to strike Reginald across the face.

But before the slap could land, Reginald caught his wrist with firm strength. Despite his slim frame, he was still a man.

"Oh, Garrett. Maybe I can’t say whether I’m still worthy of being Christine’s husband. But as long as I’m breathing, you’ll never sit in that seat. I’m her husband."

His voice dropped lower, cold, and deadly calm. "And don’t push me. I’ve regained my mind, and I know exactly what you and your mother have been scheming. If you’re not afraid to die, go ahead. Test me."

He released Garrett’s wrist, then used his foot to flick the boxers into the toilet. “That’s where that belongs. Not in my hands to wash it.”

Garrett burned with fury. His pride was bleeding as fast as his cut foot. So the fool had been acting all along? Then he deserved worse. He scanned the floor, eyeing a sharp shard of glass. Maybe he could stab him...

But then, he heard a noise outside the door. Christine?

And with that, a new idea bloomed in his deceptive, poisonous mind. What if Reginald became the attacker? What if he made Christine think he was the victim as always?

He grabbed Reginald’s hand but purposely yanked himself backwards, crashing to the floor with a loud THUD!

"Brother Reggie!" he cried out dramatically. "Why did you push me? Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to deserve this?"

Right on cue, Christine entered the bathroom.

Her eyes immediately took in the scene of Garrett, wounded and collapsed on the floor, the filthy bathtub behind him, the blood, the glass. And Reginald standing cold and unmoved nearby.

Her gaze snapped to Reginald, hardening in disbelief and anger.

"Reginald Belmont!" she snapped. "Haven’t you had enough of these childish games? I thought the doctor said you’d improved a little. But you’re still the same jealous, cruel, and senseless fool, acting like you are a spoiled child."

Reginald met her eyes with a cold, amused smile. He couldn't help but wonder, what was it about her that drove Garrett to put on such elaborate performances?

She was small, yes, curvy but always wrapped up like an Egyptian mummy. Beautiful, sure, but always frowning like someone mourning a rotting corpse. What was actually the obsession?

“I was wondering why my stepbrother suddenly started acting like a damsel in distress,” he said slowly. “Turns out his knight in a shiny Barbie dress arrived right on time.”

Christine’s eyes flared. "You’ve not changed. Is this some petty attempt to make me think I want your brother instead of you? Well, he is better than you. But still, you’re the one I’m stuck with, aren’t you?”

She stepped forward, and grabbed Reginald’s wrist tightly.

“Since you love games so much, why don’t I show you what it feels like to be on the receiving end of one?”

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