Just once.
With a pleading expression, Gillian implored.
His shadowladen eyelashes looked so forlorn that Bianca could not find the words to refuse him.
“Please allow it.”
A weakened man.
He knew how to shake Bianca to her core.
Neither force nor dominance stirred any emotions in Bianca.
Her entire life had been a fair game for plundering, so Bianca was accustomed to having things taken from her.
Property and money were the basics, and sometimes even the most fundamental human rights were naturally deprived of her.
Having lived that way all her life, Bianca found no difficulty in submission.
If she simply yielded on the outside, she could preserve her inner emotions, so she could do such a thing a thousand or ten thousand times.
That’s why Gillian had become weak.
He never commanded Bianca.
He always pleaded with her politely and kindly.
Until she sincerely complied.
He waited endlessly.
Just like now.
He did not hesitate to use his pale and pleading face.
Just the narrowing of his eyes created an atmosphere filled with precarious tension.
Bianca was the one who was ailing, and her face looked as though she might collapse at any moment, considering how terrible the past few days had been.
“Gillian.”
“I won’t ask for more.”
He slowly reached out and supported the trembling Bianca’s back.
The warmth of another person along her spine brought back memories of the previous night.
The gentle touch moving slowly along her somber spine.
‘Sleep well.’
A voice filled with warmth and softness.
As she recalled Gillian’s affection on that seemingly abandoned day, something in her heart turned over.
Bianca could no longer resist and nodded her head.
But with a condition.
“Just this once.”
Gillian said it was once, but it was clear that his once could be used in various ways.
“So, just today.”
Look at this.
Bianca laughed at Gillian’s quick change of words.
This weak man was ready to play with words, whether he was feeding her ‘soup’ just ‘today’ or ‘soup’ just ‘once’ or just ‘once’ feeding her ‘soup.’
“Just today?”
“Today is.”
When she asked again to make sure, he changed his words once more to “Today is.”
Although it was natural to be angry at the sight of him wriggling out of the situation in front of her, Bianca was not angry but kept chuckling.
Bianca pressed Gillian’s arm, which was about to spoon her soup, and whispered.
“Today is… eat together.”
She did not forget to pull the corners of her mouth into a bright smile.
Exactly as he had done.
“Ah.”
Then, a low laugh came from the man across from her.
Gillian was an excellent talker.
She had guessed from the way he cut off sentences and steered the conversation in his favor, but he was more than expected, quite.
‘With’ dinner was her idea, but during the meal, he naturally took care of Bianca, ate his food, and skillfully led the conversation.
“Your personal maid has been selected, hasn’t it?”
“Yes, her name is Julie.”
“Julie?”
Yes, to answer, a spoonful of cooled soup entered her mouth at the right time.
Bianca swallowed the rich mouthful and answered, yes.
“She’s young, but she really works hard.”
After thoroughly chewing and swallowing a small torn piece of bread, Gillian opened his mouth.
“Being diligent is good, but wouldn’t a more experienced maid be more convenient?”
“Ah, no, I like Julie.”
“She’s probably quite clumsy.”
At the end of his sentence, Gillian added ‘because she’s young,’ as if explaining.
At that moment, Bianca thought of Julie.
‘The age of majority in the North is fifteen.’
“I’m not young.”
Bianca silently shook her head.
“No, I’m content when I’m with you.”
Hmmm.
Gillian said nothing more.
He only made a small snort.
The slightly raised eyebrow seemed to hide discontent, so Bianca quickly added,
“I really like being with you. You’ve worked hard all day today to keep me from getting bored, talking to me.”
“What did you talk about?”
“Stories about the North.”
“The North?”
At Gillian’s questioning tone, Bianca’s face suddenly stiffened.
In her haste to talk about having him by her side, she hadn’t hidden it.
Had Termina’s observation of Barlock been seen as suspicion?
Realizing her mistake belatedly, Bianca tried to brush it off with a small cough, but it was of no use.
“What stories about the North?”
Ah.
In the midst of hesitating and choosing her words, a spoonful of stillhot soup was pushed towards her.
Bianca peeked, scrutinizing Gillian’s expression as she chose her words.
However, had he thought she was sneaking a look?
The smile vanished from Gillian’s face.
“Ah……”
With Gillian’s demeanor suddenly turning cold, Bianca’s mind went blank.
“I’m sorry.”
“……”
“I wasn’t trying to pry. I was just curious about the North……”
“Haa……”
At Gillian’s sigh, Bianca shrank her shoulders and mumbled quietly,
“I’m sorry.”
Thunk.
The sound of putting down the spoon she was holding.
Thud.
And then, the noise of setting down the empty bowl in succession.
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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