“……I know.”
Sa-jun’s slow, measured voice echoed in the ears.
Lie. How would you know, not knowing the pain of childbirth?
However, at that moment, he thought that an answer admitting he knew was better than not knowing. He swallowed his laughter.
Sa-jun held Tae-hee’s shoulders, nestled in his arms, and made her face him.
His fingertips gently caressed the surface of her dried, cracked lips, tenderly.
“Your lips have burst.”
Unable to even kiss. Tae-hee gazed blankly at Sa-jun’s beautiful face, which muttered softly like a whisper.
They had entwined countless times, and he knew every corner of her body well.
Nevertheless, moments like these occurred unexpectedly.
It felt like he wasn’t the familiar Sa-jun she knew, making it awkward and unfamiliar yet heart-poundingly exciting.
Perhaps it was due to her mood. Sa-jun looked more impressive than before entering the delivery room.
No, it was impossible not to look impressive.
Perfectly tailored three-piece suit, neatly combed pomaded hair, a strikingly beautiful face that stood out even more, a refreshing scent permeating from the tip of his nose, and a tie neatly fastened.
As always, Sa-jun was immaculate from head to toe.
Just looking at his face felt like rain falling on a parched, cracked field within her chest.
This is why people say you are eating someone’s face… Wait, wasn’t he not wearing a tie just a moment ago?
In doubt, Tae-hee asked Sa-jun.
“Sa-jun, did you happen to take a shower and change clothes?”
“Yeah.”
At Sa-jun’s answer, Tae-hee wrinkled her nose.
Admitting to being a perfectionist, but how should she accept that he has a clear mind while his loved one is going through the life-threatening ordeal of childbirth?
Nevertheless, she decided to understand this as well. Even though she couldn’t wash, she generously granted him the freedom to do so.
Trying not to feel upset, Tae-hee self-justified at that moment when Sa-jun suddenly threw a remark.
“We made the baby together, but I didn’t do anything while you suffered alone.”
Although his words were directed at Tae-hee, in a way, they felt like something he was saying to himself.
“So, I wanted to avoid seeing that disgusting sight and even thought about canceling the marriage.”
When did I say such things? Oh, it does sound like something I might have said.
It was painful and difficult. Her face was covered in tears and snot, below was exposed, legs spread wide, screaming like a whale, making her face seem like a monster even without seeing it clearly.
At that moment, Sa-jun, who had suddenly forced his way into view, was not at all welcome. No, she hated it to the point of death.
She must have shouted something to get him out somehow, saying such things. But even now, she thought she might have said something like that.
But even if she could turn back time, she felt that she would have done the same thing.
Childbirth is great and sacred, but it’s not exactly beautiful, perhaps the last bit of self-esteem Sa-jun doesn’t want to show. “Tae-hee, you liked my face the most.”
It was such an obvious statement. Initially, Tae-hee was cautious of Sa-jun due to his good looks, but now his appearance is one of the things Tae-hee loves most.
Tae-hee was also a woman and had no reason to dislike a handsome and fit man. “Even like this, you don’t want to be rejected for looking good. I’m rebelling right now.”
Having finished speaking, Sa-jun looked at Tae-hee without saying anything.
A man who fervently implores a woman not to reject him. A man who, despite having everything, fears being rejected by a woman who has nothing. A man who has too much but still insists on being pushed away with a single beauty.
Unable to withstand the strange feeling surging like waves, Tae-hee averted her gaze.
But precisely in her lowered sight, the still-bulging lower abdomen looked as if the baby were still there.
When she raised her eyes again, Sa-jun’s chest was visible.
Only he knew how dynamic and beautiful the taut muscles under the tight dress shirt were.
So, at this moment, Tae-hee should have been afraid of herself, not Sa-jun.
I am fat, and you have muscles, and you’re still handsome, but I’m still out of my mind.
Even now, her chest pounded at the sight of Sa-jun, who looked as if his heart would stop like a heart attack, but she felt that she wouldn’t look beautiful to him anymore.
As the sadness surged like a rising tide, swollen fingers appeared as if adding to it.
Though she hadn’t played the piano, she took pride in her slender, delicate fingers, but now they looked like sausages.
Ah, pitiful. Really pitiful. I should be born as a man in my next life.
With no returning response, Sa-jun called Tae-hee.
“Tae-hee.”
“……. ”
“Hey, Tae-hee.”
Reluctantly looking up, Tae-hee whispered as if holding her breath.
“Don’t abandon me.”
That one word revealed the dust that hadn’t been seen under the perfect subject.
White jaw with burst veins, red eye sockets, tightly clenched fists, and trembling pupils that couldn’t hide the uneasiness without hearing an answer.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
