I Had the Enemy's Baby (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
“Have you been waiting for me?”
A deep male voice resonated heavily through the dark room, where the candles had already been extinguished for bed.
‘Waiting for you?’
She hadn’t.
Yet, Clodel found herself nodding absentmindedly.
“Oh dear. Had I known you were so eagerly anticipating the night, I would’ve come sooner.”
Of course, that wasn’t true either.
Her insomnia had begun on the day her father passed away.
Every night, he used to sing her lullabies—songs her mother often sang while tucking her in before she passed and went to heaven first.
But ever since her father’s death, she couldn’t sleep at all.
Each night, Hanna, who slept in the maids’ quarters, would come when dawn approached. Only by Hanna’s warmth and gentle touches could she finally drift off.
Rumors spread throughout Valmont Castle that the late young master’s daughter had gone mad from shock.
When Duke Vermonde, who had intended to register the Vermonde bloodline in the family registry, flew into a rage, no one dared speak openly anymore—but the rumors never fully disappeared.
In the end, Duke Vermonde chose to pretend ignorance, allowing a commoner maid’s child to sleep in the princess’s room.
Unable to tolerate even that, the Duke—ever obsessed with family honor—eventually paid the penniless Baron Pebble to formally register Hanna into their household.
A wife must always be ready to receive her husband.
It was different now from when she was merely a princess.
It was within Kai An’s rights as head of the house to enter her chamber.
Since his visits came unannounced, as just moments ago—without prior notice or permission—it was absolutely unacceptable for both mistress and maid to lie together in the master’s bed.
‘Still, I managed to sleep last night, didn’t I?’
Hanna had worried about that too, but upon reflection, Clodel realized she’d probably fallen asleep leaning on his warmth.
Even the warmth of an enemy was better than none at all—at least for Clodel.
Kai An led her to the bed and sat her down.
“You needn’t stand waiting by the door like that. It’s enough to lie down or sit on the bed and wait.”
“Yes.”
At Clodel’s reply, he reached out, gently caressing her cheek, along her ear, under her jaw, and down her neck over her delicate skin.
Instinctively tensing, she clamped her mouth shut and hunched her shoulders.
“Now that I think of it, you never properly answered me.”
Did he always speak so abruptly and coldly?
Or was it possible that even a man who looked stern and slightly irritated in bed might be different toward a beautiful lady he held dear?
Before she could ponder further, Kai An asked again.
“I asked if I was unsatisfactory.”
Clodel’s eyes widened.
“Let’s say the gift didn’t please you—but what about me? Did I please you?”
“How could I possibly… it’s not for someone like me to judge Your Grace…”
She fumbled for words, and Kai An raised an eyebrow.
“Drop that nonsense.”
His disregard for propriety startled Clodel.
‘What on earth am I supposed to say?’
Earlier, the conversation had naturally drifted to the gift, letting her muddle through. But now he’d deliberately brought it back up—surely he wanted a specific answer.
Yet her mind, already tense, went completely blank again.
“I-it was… good.”
Clodel quickly added another phrase to the feeble words.
“I don’t really know much…”
Should she even say, ‘You were actually very good’?
Was praise what he wanted?
Though confused, Clodel managed a response.
“Hmm.”
Apparently close enough to the right answer, Kai An lay back on the bed and held out his hand.
“Come here.”
When Clodel hesitated, he sat up again, pulled her into his arms, and laid her down beside him.
“I’d better check if you’ve improved since yesterday.”
So her answer hadn’t been quite right after all.
It seemed Clodel herself was the one who needed to strive harder to earn his praise.
[This is the timeline separator]Clodel’s body was honest.
The moment Kai An held her, he instinctively knew she had entered their wedding night in a state of purity.
He also well understood that not every man received the fortune of such a wife.
If a couple only shared nights within the sanctity of marriage, there shouldn’t be any virgins flinging themselves into his chambers like moths to a flame.
He’d mocked Clodel earlier, asking if she possessed any exceptional talent, masking his hatred for House Vermonde.
But she seemed utterly naive about matters between men and women.
Her innocence—unfamiliar with coquetry, reacting only as his touch led her—fascinated him so deeply that it left Kai An restless from sunset onward.
‘Should I go to the bedroom now? No. It’d look as if I’d been waiting for nightfall too eagerly. Duke Vermonde’s spies would surely report every move to that vile man.’
Thus, he endured among drunken retainers until true night fell and darkness deepened. Only then did he head toward the duchess’s chamber—only to find the lights extinguished in both room and corridor, leaving him disappointed.
‘Is it acceptable to wake a sleeping woman?’
There was no one beside him he could ask such a question.
Clodel was a quiet wife.
Had she meddled in affairs or shown ambition, someone might have scoffed, “How dare that vulgar red-haired girl throw her weight around Rowen Castle?”
Yet her distant demeanor—responding only with brief yeses or nos—gave others no fault to find. In fact, her bold, combative maid made more gossip in the castle.
Initially, her meekness seemed favorable—but it also grew irritating.
‘Irritating?’
Kai An questioned the sudden thought.
There was no rule stating at what hour a noblewoman must go to bed or how long she must wait for her husband.
So even if a woman, drenched by rain after a long journey, had barely slept after her wedding night and fell asleep early—how could that warrant blame? Why should he feel this way?
All over a mere Vermonde woman!
Just as spiteful thoughts crowded his mind—waking her to torment her—the moment Kai An opened the bedroom door, his eyes met Clodel standing close by.
Her golden eyes, unlike ordinary people’s, grew even sharper in the darkness—as if a moon had risen in the black night sky. With moonlight behind her, her pale skin shimmered faintly.
He was pleased to see her standing barefoot in nightclothes, welcoming him.
Having rested through the day after enduring yesterday’s rain, she looked slightly more beautiful today—though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why. If Kai An felt it, then it was so.
As their second night began, he thought he finally understood why past family heads had practiced such rigid abstinence.
Only during battle—smashing through enemy lines as shields and spears clashed, splintering and shattering; galloping breathlessly through knights’ war cries to pierce an enemy commander’s heart—had he ever felt such triumph and catharsis.
That sensation of lightning striking from head to toe, severing him from this world entirely.
Clodel’s body, flushed with heat, cooled slowly, allowing Kai An to comfortably hold her close as he drifted into sleep.
As their shared heavy breathing quieted, silence settled between them.
Such a moment hadn’t existed the previous night—Clodel had fallen asleep immediately.
But now, she appeared wide awake, as if she’d grown accustomed overnight to receiving him and moving with him.
Unable to bear the awkwardness, Clodel quietly rose from the bed.
She picked up her thin undergarment, then gathered his disheveled formal coat to tidy it.
In the pitch-dark room, Kai An watched her—her white undergarment slipping off one shoulder—as she tiptoed like a fairy. He lazily observed her actions when—
Tink, tink, clink-clatter.
A small metallic sound rolled across the floor. Clodel turned to him with a startled expression.
In a fluster, she quickly picked something up and held out her open palm toward him like a child who’d committed a grave mistake.
“This fell out of your clothes.”
It was a bezel that had encircled a golden button adorning his formal coat. Kai An, feeling magnanimous like a well-fed lion, replied casually.
“It came loose from the decoration. Happens every now and then. The tailor will fix it—don’t worry about it.”
But Clodel examined it intently.
“Why?”
She looked as lost in thought as she had earlier in the underground crypt, inspecting the tomb plot.
Why did such a tiny gold trinket spark such longing in her eyes?
Suddenly, Clodel slipped her finger right into it.
“Can I keep this?”
“What?”
“It fits perfectly.”
Strangely, the ring-shaped bezel fit snugly onto the fourth finger of her left hand as if it had been made for her—so seamlessly it looked like a simple plain band, despite having just fallen from his coat.
‘Why on earth would she want something like that?’
Kai An replied, settling back comfortably.
“If you like.”
Her face brightened instantly.
‘Do they not know in Valmont about Rowen’s wealth?’
Valmont had suffered drought for a staggering ten years.
As the saying went—“no filial child during long illness”—the estate’s people had begun fleeing about five years ago.
In that time, Kai An had blocked all grain exports to the north, rendering Vermonde’s diamonds worthless—even less than a sack of beans.
Yet those same diamonds, if sold outside the Oberon Kingdom, could buy a fully loaded ship of beans. Thus, Temnes had long surpassed Vermonde in actual assets.
He’d even planned to burn Vermonde to the ground with that wealth.
Kai An possessed more than enough funds for a territorial war—enough to rival several years of the Oberon royal treasury’s budget. Nothing was too precious when it came to punishing his family’s sworn enemy.
Just imagining his tombstone inscribed “The Lord Who Destroyed Vermonde” made his blood boil.
Yet here was Clodel—ignoring the blue diamond he’d given her, now coveting a slender golden scrap fallen from his clothes. She truly was an odd woman.
Then, Kai An reached a realization of his own.
‘Ah… that is… perhaps… because it doesn’t suit me?’
With red hair, golden eyes, and that enormous blue diamond—maybe it would’ve looked garish.
Even he, unfamiliar with noblewomen’s adornments, sensed that combining such vivid, individualistic colors might seem strange.
‘But does she really rejoice over something like this?’
Valmont had originally been famed for precious metals and gemstones. Just as Rowen controlled grain output, Valmont regulated the value of minerals mined within its lands.
Having grown up in the Vermonde ducal household, her tastes must have been refined.
‘Perhaps she feels some sense of achievement—from taking something that belongs to Temnes.’
Convinced by his own conclusion, Kai An closed his eyes.
At that moment, he couldn’t have imagined—not even in his dreams—
“Oh my! Did the Duke really give you this?”
“Yes. Isn’t it pretty?”
That the next morning, Clodel would proudly show off such a trivial item to her maid with a delighted face.
Nor could he foresee the rumors spreading through the castle—that the neglected Vermonde girl had secretly torn a decoration off the Duke’s formal coat and stolen it.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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To think Clodel would be so overjoyed by such a tiny ring!
“😭! Please! She is really making me laugh so much—it’s honestly too funny to handle!”
Hanna seemed even happier than Clodel herself.
“Hana feels that Claudelle is more like her younger sister than her mistress and friend.”
He was their sovereign lord.
“He is a man!! What kind of Ml is this?? Be a man and admit it!!”
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Every time I see the FL, I feel like crying! Also, I laughed so hard when I learned about the emperor’s feelings for the ML; I expected their relationship to be brotherly. It’s funny how he hates him.