He was a man of noble appearance.
Black hair, emotionless red eyes.
Everything he wore looked expensive. Dignity oozed from his mere standing posture.
‘He is a noble.’
A very highranking one at that.
For a moment, Agnes forgot her situation and stared blankly, mesmerized by the noble.
Then, someone grabbed her arm.
It was the noble’s attendant.
The brownhaired young attendant, after lifting Agnes who had fallen on her hip, asked the noble,
“Are you alright?”
The noble’s eyes, which had briefly touched Agnes, turned elsewhere.
In that indifferent gaze, Agnes momentarily felt as if she were an invisible being.
The noble answered his attendant,
“It’s fine. This alley is still chaotic.”
“There should be a reward for Your Grace coming out in person. His Lordship has chased away the child you brought this time as well.”
“Jed.”
“Oops, I’m sorry. I was running my mouth.”
The attendant called Jed made a mischievous face and spoke in jest.
At the tranquil appearance of the two, Agnes’s heart beat fast.
She had bumped into a noble.
She didn’t think it would just pass by.
If they were going to treat her as a nonentity and converse, they might as well let go of her arm.
But the arm that the attendant grabbed lightly would not come loose no matter how much she struggled.
“Let me go…!”
At Agnes’s whimpering sound, the two men looked down.
A stinky, dirty child. Her face was hidden by messy, tangled hair.
‘Huge…’
‘Like dust.’
That’s what the two men thought.
Thin clothing for the chilly early spring, skinny arms and legs, bare feet full of wounds.
‘A child from the slums. A totally neglected brat.’
The child struggled as if she needed to leave this place immediately.
The suspicious appearance made the attendant speak to the noble.
“Your Grace, were you not pickpocketed?”
“No. My belongings are all here.”
“Really? Then why is this child doing this…”
“Hey, brownhaired sir.”
That’s when it happened.
Tamper, who had finally caught up with Agnes, was chirping and stopped at a distance.
He did not stand right in front, fearing that he might pick a fight with the noble standing next to the attendant.
Tamper glared at Agnes, looking worried.
“Hand over that child.”
“Do you know her?”
The attendant, Jed, asked Agnes. Agnes shook her head with all her might.
“She says she doesn’t know you?”
“What business is it of yours—!”
Tamper raised his voice and then hesitated.
Glancing at the noble, he saw him looking at his pocket watch with an indifferent face.
‘Then it’s fine.’
Tamper smiled to himself.
The highborn nobles of this country had no interest in the affairs of commoners.
Whether they stole from each other, bought and sold, or killed.
Judging by the appearance of that noble, he was no different from others.
So, all he had to do was assert ownership of the child from that attendant and take her back.
‘Darn it. All this trouble for a brat worth only 100 derghels.’
If only that unscrupulous slave trader hadn’t found out the child was missing and threatened to charge a hundred times the penalty fee.
Tamper secretly ground his teeth, then raised his voice at the attendant again.
“What business is it of yours! Anyway, I’ve already received payment for that child, so it’s none of your business!”
“Sold?”
Flinch.
It was a voice as cold as ice.
The noble’s red eyes met Tamper’s. Just from eye contact, a chill ran down his spine, and cold sweat flowed.
He never thought the noble would intervene, so Tamper’s lips were sealed like a man whose lips were glued together.
“…….”
The noble looked at the trembling Agnes, lost in thought, and then asked,
“How old are you?”
“…….”
“Kid, His Grace is asking you.”
“Mme?”
Agnes, startled, raised her head.
The noble speaking to me was beyond my imagination, so I opened my mouth without even thinking.
“Seven years old.”
“Older than I thought.”
The noble murmured.
I thought she must have been stunted since she looked at most six years old.
‘She won’t be able to act up being this small.’
The noble’s red eyes were lost in thought.
“If you’re seven, there’s a twoyear difference with the young master? If we leave now, we can get back to the mansion before sunset.”
Jed, who read the noble’s thoughts, quickly intervened.
The noble spat out a word towards Agnes.
“Will you come with me?”
Agnes’s ears, which were tightly shrugged, pricked up.
While hesitating to answer due to not understanding the intention of the question, the noble’s deep voice came again.
“If you want, I’ll take you.”
Agnes’s eyes, hidden by her hair, blinked.
‘He will take me? Me?’
Although it was not seen, the fierce gaze of Tamber was felt.
Could I avoid being sold as a slave by following the noble?
But.
‘This noble is….’
Agnes swallowed dryly.
Agnes, who recalled the deeply imprinted prohibition, shook her head vigorously.
This noble was not Gerwer Duke.
Moreover, there was no better choice in this situation.
“What will you do?”
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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