Don't Get Caught By Your Husband! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
“Uuugh….”
The faint moan gradually grew louder. At the same time, Belladonna’s brow furrowed.
Escalion flinched in surprise and moved his arm, which had been stiffly frozen in place. Should he wake her?
“Huhh…!”
But before his arm could move properly, Belladonna’s eyes snapped open with a ragged gasp.
“Hah… hah….”
Belladonna’s blue eyes struggled to focus at first, then slowly began to brighten with clarity.
Her tear-dampened gaze lingered on the ceiling.
Gradually, her ragged breathing began to calm.
“…….”
Escalion remained utterly still, staring at Belladonna.
He clenched the fist resting on his knee.
After a long while of gasping for breath, Belladonna slowly turned her head.
The damp cloth he’d placed on her forehead slipped off and plopped onto the bed.
Soon, her blue eyes—hovering around the fallen cloth—finally reached him.
“…….”
“…….”
What… what is this?
Belladonna looked up at Escalion with a confused expression.
Why—why did he look so angry?
His eyes were icy, yet somehow she couldn’t look away.
It had been a long time since she’d last seen his face, not since their trip together to the sea.
Their gazes continued to meet.
At last, Escalion closed his eyes first, avoiding her stare as he spoke.
“Are you awake now?”
“…….”
He took a deep breath as if holding back anger, then slowly exhaled.
“They said it was the flu. Your fever was severe. Why didn’t you tell me you were sick earlier?”
The flu?
Belladonna slowly shifted her eyes.
So, it wasn’t just a feverish delirium earlier—it really was a fever….
Escalion, who had been sitting cross-armed in the chair, slowly stood up.
He leaned over Belladonna, who lay gazing at the ceiling, caging her body gently between his arms as he looked down at her.
“If you couldn’t speak, couldn’t you at least say so?”
Belladonna frowned slightly.
What kind of wordplay was that…?
“When your body feels unwell, say so. If something’s uncomfortable, say it’s uncomfortable. If you don’t want to do something, just say you don’t want to….”
He paused briefly to inhale, then continued.
“If you really can’t speak, then write something down—like you did on my damn palm last time!”
Why is he so irritated…?
Belladonna looked up at him, bewildered.
She was the one who was sick—why was he so angry?
Escalion was just as flustered.
He kept exhaling sharply, trying to suppress the fury he hadn’t even realized had exploded out of him, then bent down until his forehead nearly touched hers.
Clunk.
Escalion’s forehead lightly bumped against Belladonna’s.
“Damn it, your fever’s still high—don’t talk about mild fevers.”
Escalion muttered a quiet curse and lifted his forehead away from hers.
He picked up the damp cloth that had fallen onto the bed and rinsed it again in the basin of cold water beside it.
Splash, splash. Drip.
The sound of Escalion wringing out the cloth completely echoed softly.
She waited quietly—and soon, something cool settled onto her forehead, spreading a soothing chill.
‘Refreshing….’
Belladonna blinked drowsily from the heat and looked up at him.
“I’ve never seen anyone as weak as you in all my life.”
Escalion grumbled, lowering his head.
“Was it the sea breeze a few days ago that did this?”
“…….”
“Damn it….”
He cursed under his breath, his voice heavy with self-reproach.
He’d known she was wearing thin clothes. He’d known her wrists were so slender they barely filled a handful….
You idiot….
Just then, Belladonna—who’d been lying still—reached up and placed her hand on his.
At the touch of her unusually warm palm, Escalion lifted his head to meet her eyes.
Belladonna consciously tried to soften the tense corners of her mouth, pulling them upward.
I’m fine!
Seeing her smile, Escalion’s eyes wavered helplessly.
“You….”
Well, what could he do?
The journey from Astanya to Griblarta had been long.
The seaside wind had been harsh—and as he’d said, her body truly was fragile.
It was only natural she’d fall ill like this.
Besides, compared to the illness in her previous life that had driven her to death, this was far more bearable.
Belladonna shrugged her shoulders and again tried to steady her smile.
Looking down at her, Escalion furrowed his brow, let out a deep sigh, and lowered his head once more.
Belladonna gently placed her hand on the crown of his head and stroked it softly.
‘I don’t know what’s weighing on you, but cheer up, you fool.’
“……Who’s comforting whom here?”
Was he reading her mind?
Belladonna flinched and slowly withdrew her hand from his head.
But she couldn’t pull it away completely.
Because he’d quickly caught her hand and drawn it to his lips.
“Don’t get sick again.”
Escalion murmured against her slender fingers as he kissed them.
“I’ll pay more attention from now on.”
“…….”
“If it’s really hard to speak—or even saying that feels uncomfortable… then just stay still. I’ll pay closer attention.”
His soft lips brushed her fingers each time he spoke, sending tiny tingles through them.
And strangely enough….
Even her heart, which wasn’t touching him at all, kept fluttering as if tickled.
“So don’t get sick.”
Escalion said quietly.
Belladonna gazed steadily into his deep golden eyes fixed on her.
She couldn’t decipher all the emotions within them, but at least she knew—he was worried about her now.
Belladonna slowly nodded.
[This is the timeline separator]“My lady, how are you feeling today?”
Cindy strode into the room and pulled back the heavy curtains, instantly flooding the dim chamber with bright light.
After opening the window slightly for fresh air, she turned and approached the bed.
Belladonna blinked slowly and gradually sat up.
“Let me see now….”
The crisp, cool breeze that entered with Cindy felt refreshingly clean.
Cindy pressed her hand to Belladonna’s forehead, then spoke with a visibly relieved expression.
“Oh, thank goodness—your fever’s nearly gone! Are you thirsty? Shall I bring you a cup of warm water?”
Yeah… I’m thirsty….
Belladonna gave a weak nod, and Cindy quickly turned and hurried out.
“Yes! Just a moment, please!”
Belladonna stared blankly at the door Cindy had left through, then slowly turned to look out the window.
The bright light pouring in felt unfamiliar yet welcome.
“…….”
How many days had passed?
She narrowed her eyes, lost in thought.
Her body must have been truly weak—she’d been bedridden for over three full days.
Just like in her previous life, it seemed the Saintess’s body was equally frail.
Though she couldn’t recall clearly—most of the time spent either asleep or too weak to move—it seemed Escalion had visited and cared for her more often than she’d expected.
‘Is managing Griblarta less busy than I thought?’
As she pondered this rather silly notion, a soft knock sounded from the open doorway.
‘Could it be…?’
Belladonna turned her head with a start.
Escalion?
But standing at the door was Cindy, smiling and holding a tray.
“Ohahaha—I must’ve forgotten to close the door when I left! I’ve brought warm water!”
Ah….
Belladonna tugged at the corners of her mouth and nodded.
She felt oddly embarrassed by the brief flicker of disappointment and hope.
“Are you hungry?”
Cindy handed her a steaming teacup.
Belladonna accepted it with both hands and slowly shook her head.
She wasn’t hungry at all—her stomach felt heavy, and she had no appetite.
“Oh dear, you really must eat more when you’re like this! The more you eat, the faster you’ll get better!”
Yes, but… she simply had no appetite.
Belladonna silently lifted the teacup to her lips.
As the warm liquid passed her lips and flowed down her esophagus, she felt her queasy stomach gradually ease.
Cindy, who had been perched on the edge of a chair beside Belladonna’s bed, swaying slightly back and forth, glanced at her and spoke.
“You must get well and strong soon—so you and our Lord can… exchange rings, right?”
“Pfff—cough!”
Belladonna, who’d been drinking absentmindedly, choked and ducked her head.
R-rings…?
“Oh dear! Are you alright? I’m so sorry, my lady! I shouldn’t have said something so silly so early in the morning…!”
Startled, Cindy jumped to her feet and searched for a dry cloth.
Belladonna wiped her mouth with the cloth Cindy handed her, blushing with embarrassment.
‘If it’s about rings….’
In the Eleanor Empire, newlywed couples held a simple vow ceremony the morning after their wedding night, exchanging rings as a symbol of their union.
The act of exchanging rings signified they had truly become husband and wife—and that they were now ready to welcome a child together.
“I’m sorry. To bring this up when you’re still so unwell…”
How embarrassing….
Belladonna felt her cheeks flush without meaning to.
On the night they’d arrived in Griblarta and shared their wedding night, the bed sheets had shown no signs, and she’d seemed perfectly fine—making it clear nothing had happened between them.
But Cindy… I have no intention of ever exchanging rings with him….
After thoroughly wiping Belladonna’s damp lips and the nearby blanket, Cindy spoke again.
“I never meant to make you uncomfortable… We just hoped you’d hold the vow ceremony with our Lord soon and stay in Griblarta for a long time… If I made you feel pressured, I’m truly sorry.”
Cindy lowered her head, looking crestfallen.
Belladonna gently stroked her arm and gave her a reassuring smile.
After a moment of comforting Cindy, she lifted her gaze to look out the window.
“Winter will soon be upon us completely….”
Cindy, standing beside her and also gazing outside, murmured softly.
“Winters here are especially harsh and cold. Coming from Astanya, where the climate is warm and mild year-round, it might be much harder for you, my lady.”
She fiddled with Belladonna’s blanket as she continued.
“I’ll tell the chambermaids to add more padding to your bedding—make it even thicker.”
Thank you….
Belladonna gazed at Cindy with touched eyes, grateful for her thoughtful care in so many ways.
“But still—nothing’s as warm as a husband’s embrace! If you get too cold, sharing a room more often with our Lord would be a good idea! Eep!”
Ugh… never mind….
Belladonna turned her head with a tired look in her eyes.
It seemed Cindy’s nagging would be another formidable challenge to endure over the next three months.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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Without Belladonna realizing it, she’s slowly forming fond memories with Escalion, but doubt lingers. The painting of the two of them is leaving a lasting impression on her.
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