In the story, Jen, while harsh in words, maintained a dignified behavior to avoid being caught by anyone. But Jen had just gulped down water without any semblance of grace.
‘So I thought he couldn’t possibly be Jen.’
Yet, here he was, conducting the interview.
And what about that expression he was giving Deborah? He looked at her desperately, as if he couldn’t believe it.
“……The Heather couple returned to their homeland eight years ago. Were you also in the capital until eight years ago?”
Jen’s voice trembled as if begging. It was Deborah’s startled voice that firmly caught his floating words.
“No. I left the capital due to work ten years ago.”
At her words, Jen’s eyes reddened like a child whose hand had been tightly held.
“That”
Jen, approaching Deborah, accidentally pushed and toppled the partition.
Bang! Startled by another loud noise, Deborah clutched her chest. In this vast space, why was he bumping into things?
“……Ah.”
Jen nervously looked at Deborah, then quickly checked his surroundings. The broken cup, the fallen table, the partition – everything was a mess.
“Damn it.”
He muttered softly, tousling his hair irritably before lowering his hand.
“……I will step out for a moment. Please wait here.”
His beautiful golden eyes trembled miserably, and his throat bobbed as if tense. Sweat even formed on his handsome forehead.
“Ne?”
“Just for a moment, really. So please just wait here.”
“Me…….”
“Do not leave under any circumstances. Until I return. Absolutely.”
Jen looked at Deborah with an insistent and coercive tone, but strangely, it seemed to Deborah as if he was pleading with her. Unknowingly, she nodded.
“Yes.”
At her short answer, some of Jen’s urgency evaporated along with his sweat.
“Then… I’ll excuse myself.”
Jen hastily left the room. Left alone in the suddenly chaotic room, Deborah quietly opened her mouth in surprise.
“Huh?”
What was happening? Meeting the male protagonist of this terrible story was shocking enough, but Jen’s incomprehensible behavior now added to her confusion.
‘It’s like a storm just passed through.’
Did storms obstruct the paths of those they intended to leave? This certainly disrupted her plans.
‘I wanted to leave immediately.’
Though the room was a mess, in the quiet solitude, Deborah closed her eyes to ponder.
Why was the male protagonist holding on to Deborah? Why exactly?
But no matter how much she thought, no plausible answer came to mind, only adding to her unease.
After several loud noises, the footman was already beyond startled.
What was happening? Was his ill-tempered employer causing trouble? Should he intervene, or should he manage the flustered interviewees here?
Unable to decide, the footman would have remained indecisive even with more time.
Then, his employer appeared, slightly disheveled, a stark contrast to his usual poised elegance.
“There, you.”
Breathless, Jen called out to the footman, who quickly responded.
“Yes.”
“Send everyone here away.”
“Does that mean you want to end the interviews?”
“Yes. So move now…”
Jen stopped mid-sentence, covering his mouth with his large hand. He then continued.
“No, forget that. Stay here and make sure the lady inside doesn’t leave. Not even a step. Understand?”
The footman found the situation baffling, but understanding was a luxury for him. He had only one response available.
“Yes, understood.”
“I’ll be back soon.”
Jen rubbed his face with his hand before hastily moving away, pausing to remind the footman again.
“Besides leaving this place, grant any request the lady makes. I won’t tolerate even a slight rudeness towards her. Got it?”
“Yes, I’ll remember.”
The footman answered without betraying his nervousness. Jen glanced back at him with his piercing eyes and then hurriedly left with his long strides.
Watching Jen’s retreating figure, the footman wondered,
‘Why such an order? The person inside is just a commoner.’
Though bourgeois themselves were commoners, the gap between regular commoners and the bourgeois was significant, just as the wall between the bourgeoisie and the nobility was.
And yet, someone usually indifferent was so concerned about someone else.
‘What’s going on?’
While he wanted to scratch his head in confusion, an interviewee approached him.
“Excuse me.”
The footman braced himself, expecting the interviewee to pour out complaints about the noise and long wait.
‘What should I say?’
It was hard to pacify them with just a ‘wait’ since the interviews were halted. As he pondered a harmless response, the interviewee, her face flushed, covered it with her hand and asked.
“Was that gentleman who just left Mr. Baker?”
“Yes.”
“Oh my, I see. Thank you for answering.”
The woman shyly smiled, politely thanked the footman, and returned to her seat. She then whispered excitedly with another interviewee beside her.
Judging by her carefully concealed blushing cheeks and joyful expression, she was undoubtedly discussing Jen.
As the footman observed the small groups gathered and whispering among themselves, he swallowed a sigh.
‘The influence of the master’s beauty is truly remarkable. After all, I myself am always amazed, so I can only imagine how those seeing the master for the first time must feel.’
With such a face, and moreover, wealth, how happy he must be.
He probably never yearned for anything in his entire life.
‘Envious, so envious.’
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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