After Rebirth, the Male Zerg Escaped the Marriage Chapter 41

Connor impatiently lifted his head and said, "What’s up? Keep it down, or the roof is going to collapse from your shouting."

However, the female bug seemed not to hear him at all. She just stared blankly at the mango in his hand and suddenly rushed over, "My lord, why… why are you eating a mango?"

"What’s wrong with mangoes?"

Connor suddenly remembered that Garrett had only allowed him to eat apples and pears before, and his anger flared up.

"Do you still think I’m the clueless male bug you could control before?" Connor shot a disgusted glance at Garrett, casually tossing the empty mango box aside. He then picked up a coconut from the cardboard box. "Let me tell you, I not only want to eat mangoes, but also coconuts, pineapples, and all kinds of fruits!"

Just as Connor was about to stab a straw into the coconut to drink the coconut water, Garrett’s eyes flashed with determination as he rushed over, "My lord, you can’t…"

However, before he could finish his sentence, the collar around his neck flashed red.

"Detected abnormal mental fluctuations in the wearer. Please immediately cease any aggressive actions, or severe electric shock will be initiated. Electric shock countdown starting: three, two…"

Garrett ignored the warning voice and lunged forward to snatch the coconut from Connor’s hand. Just as he was about to touch the coconut shell, two conductive metal needles shot out from the female slave collar and plunged sharply into Garrett’s neck.

Garrett felt a sharp pain in his neck, followed by a surge of electricity that was several times stronger than the last time, tearing through his body and splitting him in half.

He let out a low, painful roar, his limbs going limp and collapsing to the ground.

However, this time, Garrett didn’t faint like last time. Instead, he struggled to resist the current with his mental power, forcing himself to stand up despite the onslaught of electricity, staggering toward Connor.

"Detected sustained abnormal mental fluctuations in the wearer. Increasing electric shock intensity."

The current raging through Garrett’s body intensified, slicing through the flesh of the female bug like countless sharp knives. He could no longer stand and fell to his knees, gasping for breath, his eyes bloodshot, yet he still crawled inch by inch toward Connor, his voice tinged with desperation.

"My lord, don’t eat… don’t eat the coconut!"

"Are you out of your mind?!" Connor was completely furious, slamming the coconut onto the ground. "Garrett, what exactly do you want? Let me tell you, this kind of self-torture doesn’t work on me!"

Having been poisoned in his previous life and witnessing various facts in this life, Connor understood what kind of female bug Garrett truly was.

Selfish, indifferent, controlling, willing to do anything to achieve his goals…

Connor was only saddened by the feelings he had poured into Garrett over the past seven years. Garrett’s senseless torment with the female slave collar only made him feel disgusted and irritated, serving no purpose at all.

However, after a long while, Garrett still didn’t respond. Connor looked down and realized that the female bug had somehow passed out from the electric shock, her neck burned black from the current, looking even worse than last time.

Deserved!

Connor glared at the unconscious female bug on the ground, knowing that the electric shock wouldn’t be fatal, so he ignored him, sat back on the sofa, picked up the coconut that had fallen on the ground, wiped off the dust on its surface, replaced it with a clean straw, and took a big gulp.

The refreshing and crisp coconut water gradually calmed Connor’s mood, and his rationality slowly returned.

Garrett had already taken half a month off.

The military wouldn’t allow him to be absent for long, and Garrett definitely wouldn’t give up his position as a marshal for him.

After all, to Garrett, he was just a supplementary item to enhance his status as a male bug; power was the lifelong pursuit of this female bug.

Moreover, Connor didn’t think his value was significant enough to make Garrett endure and lower himself, even occasionally putting on a show of self-torture. Today’s scene was probably Garrett’s trump card.

Connor let out a long breath.

If that’s the case, Garrett would soon be able to return to the Bug Star, and his life would finally be free from any bugs bothering him.

Thinking of this, Connor’s mood instantly brightened, and he found another mango from the box. Just as he was about to eat it, he suddenly felt a bit itchy on his back.

Connor didn’t think much of it and scratched it casually, but to his surprise, the itchiness only got worse. Gradually, patches of itchiness appeared on his face, legs, and arms. He looked down and discovered that he had developed a layer of red rashes on his hands.

He froze for a moment, not daring to delay. Just as he was about to get dressed and go to the hospital, he suddenly felt a heaviness in his chest and found it hard to breathe.

Connor’s heart stopped, and he broke out in a cold sweat, not daring to put on clothes anymore. He hurriedly opened his smart brain and dialed for emergency help, informing the nurse on duty of his address, and then sent a video to Laura, struggling to speak over the background music from a bar.

— I’m having an allergic reaction, go… go to the downtown hospital to find me.

Connor slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a white ceiling.

He propped himself up on the bedding, and Laura had already brought water to his lips, "Drink some water."

Perhaps because Laura had never taken care of a bug before, the water flowed perfectly over Connor’s lips and straight onto the bed. Laura hurriedly scrambled to clean it up.

"Forget it, I won’t drink anymore."

Connor took the cup and placed it on the bedside, glancing at the back of his hand. The once alarming rashes had subsided significantly, leaving only faint marks.

"You scared me to death! You don’t know, the doctor said your trachea was covered in rashes. If you had come a few minutes later, you might have really lost your life." Laura rubbed her fragile chest, her fox-like eyes still filled with fear. "When you got off the ambulance, you were immediately shoved into the treatment chamber. It took almost two hours of injections and therapies to stabilize you."

Connor glanced at the clock on the wall and was surprised to see it was already past four in the morning.

He had slept for nearly twelve hours.

"Thank you for your hard work." A hint of guilt flashed in Connor’s eyes as he patted Laura’s hand. "You should go back and rest. I’m fine now."

"Ah, I usually don’t sleep at this time anyway." Laura shrugged it off. "Oh, I haven’t told Nanxing about your situation yet. You won’t be able to livestream tomorrow, right? I’ll help you ask for a leave."

Connor nodded and added, "It’s too late now. I’ll tell Nanxing in the morning, so I don’t delay his rest."

"You too, not even knowing you’re allergic to mangoes and coconuts. Just let yourself suffer!" Laura looked at Connor with exasperation. "How can you not control your mouth?"

Connor’s heart skipped a beat, looking at Laura in disbelief. "So my allergy is because of mangoes and coconuts?"

Whether before or after his transmigration, he had never had allergies. This time, the incident happened so suddenly that he thought it was due to the poor air quality in the Ant Clan, not realizing it was because of the fruits!

"What else could it be?" Laura rolled her eyes and pulled up a test report on her smart brain. "Not just mangoes and coconuts, but also pineapples, grapes, dragon fruit, kiwi, shrimp, crab, and so on. Just take a look for yourself."

The long list of highly sensitive foods on the test report, along with an even longer list of moderately sensitive foods, struck Connor like a thunderbolt, leaving him stunned for a long time.

Before his transmigration, as a member of the flower-planting ethnic group on Blue Star, Connor had never even known how to write the word "allergy."

After all, for the flower-planting ethnic group, allergies weren’t called allergies; they were called numb hands, numb mouths, heartburn, or poorly cooked…

Isn’t there a saying that the flower-planting ethnic group doesn’t have the word "allergy" in their dictionary? Even if there were truly allergic things, they would eat until they became desensitized.

But who would have thought that the person who enjoyed delicious food on Blue Star would become a fragile male bug in the Bug Clan, unable to eat this or that?

Laura continued to ramble on, "Garrett should have advised you."

Connor suddenly snapped back to reality, recalling the scene where Garrett desperately tried to stop him from eating mangoes and coconuts, only to be repeatedly shocked by the female slave collar.

He couldn’t help but ask, "Where’s Garrett?"

"I didn’t see him when I first arrived at the hospital. It was over an hour later that he showed up, and I don’t know what he was busy with." Laura pointed toward the door, "He’s kneeling outside."

Connor lowered his gaze and said softly, "Let him in. You should go back and rest. I’m really fine now."

"Him? Is that okay? Didn’t you say he’s with Hall now? Can he take care of you properly?"

"I’m not paralyzed, don’t worry."

"My lord."

Garrett walked in with his head down, kneeling respectfully by Connor’s bedside, his golden eyes filled with deep concern. "How are you feeling? Are you better?"

"You knew I was allergic all along, didn’t you?"

Garrett nodded, not understanding. "When we registered our marriage, I checked your health records, which noted your severe allergies to foods including mangoes, coconuts, pineapples, grapes, dragon fruit, kiwi…"

The female bug recited dozens of food names in one breath, her proficiency comparable to a machine bug that never makes mistakes.

"So, is that why you always have the caretaker bug prepare meals for me wherever I go, and the home menu keeps repeating those few dishes, with fruits always being just those two?"

Garrett replied, "There are indeed quite a few ingredients that can cause your allergies, and since you have a sweet tooth, I can only use this method."

Connor: …

"So you think I would want to eat these things knowing I’m allergic?"

Garrett looked even more confused. He scratched his head and cautiously replied, "W-Well, what else could it be?"

Connor: …

The male bug silently clenched his fists.

Although he knew that the original owner indeed had a health record after his transmigration, that thing was at least hundreds of pages long, filled with dense small print, covering everything from height, weight, waist, and hip measurements to tail hook length and even various abilities. It even recorded the year he caught a cold and went to the hospital for cough syrup. What normal bug would read through it all?

So, he had never known he was allergic, while Garrett thought he knew but simply couldn’t control his cravings, so he diligently controlled his diet.

A ridiculous and suffocating feeling rose in Connor’s heart, and he slowly closed his eyes.

"I understand now. I’ll pay attention to my diet in the future; you don’t need to worry about it."

Garrett’s lips pressed together in disappointment as he nodded in agreement. He then took out a straw from his storage pouch, carefully placing the straw’s tip at Connor’s lips.

"My lord, drink some water before you sleep. The hospital has prepared meat floss porridge. If you have an appetite, I can bring it to you?"

Connor slowly opened his eyes and saw the familiar straw by his lips, his throat tightening.

He remembered that seven years ago, when he and Garrett had just gotten married, he went on a trip to the snowy mountains and fell ill upon returning. Garrett had also taken care of him by the bedside, feeding him water with a straw.

Who would have thought that in just seven years, everything would change, and their feelings would fracture?

Connor’s lips trembled as he finally allowed himself to give the female bug by the bed a glance.

"Garrett, what’s the point of this?"

The female bug was taken aback, and after a long pause, he cautiously replied, "My lord, I don’t understand what you mean."

"Even if Hall is dead, there’s still the eldest prince. Even if there’s no royal family, there are other noble male bugs." Connor’s voice was calm and indifferent, like a straight line, but if one listened closely, they could sense the trembling beneath that straight line. "At this point, what’s the point of you still clinging to me?"