Seoha didn’t respond. Her body was sore, and her heart softened.
Whenever she saw Taekyung, she became prickly and tense, but now her defenses had relaxed. No matter how much she tried to control her feelings, it wasn’t something she could do with just willpower.
“You should go home and rest. I can be alone.”
“Don’t worry about me. If you need anything, just say it. I’m your guardian now.”
Taekyung grumbled. Seoha decided to let him stay, knowing he wouldn’t leave anyway.
And his words about being her guardian made her heart flutter.
It was the words she had longed to hear when she was pregnant with Minjun.
Han Taekyung, the guardian of Kim Seoha and Kim Minjun.
If that were the case, it wouldn’t have been Kim Minjun, but Han Minjun.
She couldn’t help but feel bitter thinking that far.
“Does Minjun’s biological father know about this?”
“What? Probably, yes.”
Seoha was startled by Taekyung’s sudden question.
Taekyung avoided her gaze, focusing on the hand with the IV needle.
With a calm voice, unlike before, he continued his inquiry.
“What kind of person is Minjun’s biological father?”
“Uh…”
Seoha didn’t know how to respond.
Should she fabricate a lie, or be honest?
Today, for some reason, she wanted to be honest with Taekyung.
Only hiding the fact that Minjun was Taekyung’s child.
“He was a good person. Handsome, cool, kind. He was quite reserved and not good at expressing himself, so others found him difficult.”
“But what was so good about him?”
“Everything was just good. To me, he was a warm and comforting person.”
Taekyung wasn’t pleased with Seoha’s answer but kept his composure and asked another question.
“Why did you break up?”
“There were, circumstances. He didn’t want the child.”
A half-truth, half-lie.
Taekyung’s eyes slightly lifted.
“The real father didn’t want the child? Or was there another reason?”
“I don’t want to talk about that anymore.”
Seoha couldn’t bring herself to say that it was Taekyung’s mother, Hyunyoung, who didn’t want the child, making it seem as if Minjun was an unwanted child to everyone.
“If he didn’t want the child, he should have been more careful. To start something he couldn’t take responsibility for.”
Unable to tell Taekyung, who was grumbling without realizing he was the father, that even with caution, heaven had gifted her with Minjun.
Then, Seoha cautiously asked a question she had wanted to ask him upon his return.
“Do you not hate me?”
Taekyung didn’t respond to her question. His expression was complicated.
He couldn’t simply categorize his feelings for her as mere dislike.
At least, he was sure his feelings were not the opposite of love.
“Do you think I hate you?”
“…”
Seoha remained silent to his question.
It was a question she could neither affirm nor deny.
Actually, knowing that Taekyung didn’t hate her made it even harder to answer.
“Do you wish I hated you?”
“Yes. There are plenty of reasons for you to hate me.”
Seoha’s response, contrary to her true feelings, left Taekyung’s gaze wandering.
But soon, his eyes intensely followed her. Taekyung trapped her fiercely. Twisting one corner of his mouth, he said,
“Then, I can’t hate you. I won’t do what you want.”
“You’ll regret it.”
“That’s my burden. You said there are plenty of reasons to hate you, but there are just as many not to.”
Taekyung spoke nonchalantly, but Seoha avoided his gaze.
‘Why is he recklessly being so kind?’
The conflict between wanting to push him away and wanting to cling to him clashed.
She didn’t want her contradictory feelings to be discovered.
Seoha kept running from Taekyung’s gaze.
With a light smile, Taekyung said calmly,
“Is it because of Minjun’s biological father?”
“What if it is? What will you do?”
“I’m jealous.”
Seoha felt conflicted seeing Taekyung jealous of a person he didn’t realize was himself.
She was overwhelmed by the urge to say that Minjun’s biological father was Taekyung, him, right there. She wanted to stay by his side.
“What if Minjun’s real father is someone you know…”
“That would be annoying. I don’t know if I could leave him alone. Is he really someone I know?”
Seoha’s pupils shook endlessly.
Her gaze was filled with longing, regret, and resentment.
Taekyung couldn’t discern the precise meaning behind her restless and tumultuous eyes.
Seoha slowly closed her eyes.
“No. Not at all. He’s a stranger to you.”
“I don’t know if it’s fortunate or not. If it had been someone I knew, I might have made headlines in a tragic love triangle.”
Taekyung, half-jokingly and half-seriously, pulled the blanket over Seoha.
“Rest now. It’s all in the past. Think about the future. I won’t worry about who Minjun’s biological father is.”
He continued as if making a promise.
“If Minjun starts looking for his biological father, that’s a different story. But if not, I can be his dad. I can do a much better job than that fake dad, whatever his name was.”
Seoha didn’t respond.
‘Fake dad. You are his real dad. Will I end up being a bad mother, robbing my child of his real father?’
Thinking that her future wouldn’t be with Taekyung made her heart heavy, and she couldn’t look at him.
Seoha pulled the blanket over her face as much as she could.
“I’m going to sleep.”
“Okay, sleep well. The light from the hallway might come in, but if that’s not enough, let me know.”
“It’s okay. You should go too. I can be alone.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it.”
“Yes.”
Seoha pulled her hand away from Taekyung’s grasp and turned her back to him. She felt she shouldn’t stay in the comfort he provided any longer.
If she stayed, she might not be able to leave.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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