Reluctantly accepting it, their fingertips touched for a brief moment. The fleeting contact made her fingers burn as if scorched.
“I’m leaving. Rest.”
Turning around to head to the driver’s seat, Taehan didn’t look back at Yeon-woo even once.
“President.”
Was it the trick of hormones?
She had thought she could handle it until now, but since the morning sickness started, her heart kept fluttering.
“Why did you come to my house today?”
Taehan, holding the door handle, looked at her.
If Yeon-woo was a wavering wave, he was a rock. No matter how much she shook or hit him, he was an immovable boulder.
“Honestly, you know I like you, Mr. President.”
It must be the hormones.
But it didn’t matter.
She planned to resign after returning from the trip, so Yeon-woo thought she should hear his answer.
However, Taehan felt a heavy weight upon hearing her question.
“Why? Are you not going to answer?”
With Taehan remaining silent, Yeon-woo, refusing to back down, pressed on with force in her voice.
Yet, as she watched her eyes turn red, Taehan thought she might burst into tears.
And then he realized, for the first time, that his chest had been tight since Yeon-woo ran out of the café.
It was a strange emotion he had never experienced before.
“Is this some kind of game to you?”
“Right.”
Taehan answered without knowing himself.
He was just worried about Yeon-woo who ran off and bought all sorts of digestives for her feeling nauseous.
There was no purpose behind his actions. It was the first time his body acted before his mind.
“You’re being nice to me because you don’t want me to quit.”
But even Taehan couldn’t explain why he did these things, so he accepted Yeon-woo’s suggestion as the answer.
Otherwise, he couldn’t explain his own unprecedented behavior.
“You said you don’t like being in the same space with me and that it bothers you.”
“…….”
“So, what else can I do? This is the only way I can struggle.”
After uttering these words, Taehan felt as if a tightness in his chest was released.
Yes, this is it.
He still didn’t know why Yeon-woo was insisting on resigning with such an obvious lie, but for now, he had to acknowledge his own stance.
This seemed to be the only way to understand her actions.
“……I see.”
Yeon-woo, responding almost to herself, felt her heart swell.
Even though she already knew Taehan’s response, the shock was different when she actually heard it.
Her throat was so tight that she could barely speak, and her nose tingled, but she managed to let out a low scoff.
“I thought so. But this kind of thing, it’s useless.”
Yeon-woo tried to hide her emotions and met his eyes.
“Anyway, since you gave it to me, I’ll use it well. And you don’t have to worry about my health. I can take care of myself.”
“What can you do on your own? If you could handle it, you wouldn’t have…”
However, Taehan closed his mouth with a resigned expression, then brushed his bangs up with a frustrated look.
“Forget it. Go inside.”
He turned away, indicating he had no intention of arguing with her anymore.
Yeon-woo watched his sedan leave the alley, only staring at the red taillights.
Was this turmoil in her heart due to her long unrequited love? Or was it self-pity for not having the courage to tell the truth?
Yeon-woo stood there for a long time, lost in her thoughts.
Once the morning sickness started, it seemed to know no end.
That evening, she couldn’t eat dinner, and the next day, she had to run out of the house, ignoring the breakfast table set by Seon-ok.
Just the smell of food made her stomach churn as if she was on a boat. On the bus back to Seoul, she wouldn’t have survived without the sweet and sour jellies Kyu-bin bought for her.
‘I didn’t even properly say goodbye to Kyu-bin.’
Finally arriving at her apartment in Seoul, Yeon-woo thought of Kyu-bin while preparing for her business trip to Jeju.
“Can you really travel to Seoul alone? What did you eat that made you sick?”
She felt thoughtless, realizing she hadn’t properly thanked him for the jellies and soda water he had brought at her request.
Just as she was about to contact Kyu-bin, who might still be in Cheonan, Yeon-woo stopped in her tracks.
A small notebook on the table caught her eye.
It was a maternity book with a drawing of a mother holding a child on the cover. Yeon-woo’s name was also written on it.
“…….”
Yeon-woo picked it up with a feeling of unfamiliarity.
When she first received the notebook, she was too scared to even open it, but now, it was filled with ultrasound photos of the baby and daily notes.
The doctor had advised her to record every day’s changes, so the notebook was filled with meticulous details.
The last note was about the morning sickness she experienced in Cheonan.
Yeon-woo briefly thought of Taehan but quickly shook her head to clear it.
‘Should I take it to Jeju?’
Fiddling with the notebook, Yeon-woo had never been apart from it since she accepted the baby’s existence.
‘Just in case something happens on the flight.’
Deciding, Yeon-woo placed the notebook into her travel bag.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
