Spent the First Night with the Male Lead, Thinking I Was Terminal (10 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 11
“How could you do that?”
Clea smiled.
It was the purest smile she had ever shown Lloyd.
Even upon seeing that smile, Lloyd still wore an expression of disbelief.
As if reminding him of the truth, Clea asked,
“Do you not even remember leaving your fiancée behind and gallivanting around with other women?”
How shamelessly bold he was.
Hearing those words, Lloyd stood up from his seat and glared at Clea.
A bitter laugh escaped her at the sight of his betrayal-stained gaze.
Clea was utterly dumbfounded.
After all, it was he who had betrayed her first.
Could it be that he viewed all his own actions as nothing more than romantic tropes from a novel?
She even thought, in that fleeting moment, that she should have slapped him across the cheek instead of pushing him away—just to snap some sense into him.
“Then… is that rumor true as well?”
Clea paid close attention to the words that came from Lloyd’s mouth.
She recalled him visiting her not long ago and asking whether the rumor was genuine.
She hadn’t forgotten the content of that rumor.
“That you secretly met with Admon and enjoyed clandestine trysts.”
Anyone else might have felt ashamed, but not Clea.
Instead, she lifted her chin even higher, with even greater confidence.
She no longer held onto any sense of noble pride or convictions she once shared with him.
Seeing Clea’s demeanor, Lloyd bit his lip.
“So you’re just a filthy woman who can’t function without men, then.”
“That doesn’t sound like something you should be saying, Lloyd.”
Admon, who had been watching Lloyd’s attitude, was starting to get irritated.
Even between close friends, certain boundaries were clear.
Even if he could overlook the fact that Lloyd had barged into his office early in the morning without invitation,
Admon didn’t consider him close enough to excuse such repeated rudeness.
Of course, he could have endured it if he truly wanted to—after all, he’d endured far worse up until now for the sake of the Grand Duke Persy’s house.
But still.
“Admon!”
“It was you who went around playing with this woman and that woman while leaving your fiancée behind.”
Admon was furious now.
Anyone could see this mess was entirely Lloyd’s doing.
And yet, did Lloyd really have the right to insult Clea here? Admon shook his head.
Lloyd, too, found himself without a single retort.
After all, anyone who had witnessed how Lloyd treated Clea—would they ever believe they were engaged?
Their relationship was already completely shattered.
And Lloyd bore the greatest responsibility for that.
He repeatedly approached Aria whenever he pleased, despite having a fiancée.
He had even openly hurled humiliating remarks toward Clea in public gatherings—
saying she held no charm, that as a fiancée she was utterly unimpressive.
Clea quietly watched Admon as he spoke.
“On the contrary, I’d like to ask you this. Clea was engaged. You knew that. Then why!?”
To any outside observer, Admon had never shown Clea any special favor.
Objectively speaking, it would be accurate to say he’d shown no interest whatsoever.
That was precisely why Lloyd couldn’t believe what he saw now—Admon and Clea together in the same room.
Admon didn’t offer a lengthy explanation.
“I’ve come to like her.”
Upon hearing Admon’s reply, Clea briefly widened her eyes and looked at him.
He was still staring directly at Lloyd.
Lloyd, hearing Admon’s response, glared at the two of them as if ready to kill, his anger flaring further—but soon turned on his heel, roughly flung open the door, and vanished.
Once Lloyd disappeared and only Admon and Clea remained, Clea finally let out a sigh of relief.
She quietly placed her hand on Admon’s shoulder beside her and whispered,
“Thank you for saying that for my sake.”
It was to provoke Lloyd.
Though Clea herself no longer cared about considering the Grand Duke’s house, Admon’s situation was different.
He was a man who, once ascending the throne to become Emperor, would have countless things demanding his attention.
Knowing from the original story how deeply Admon had agonized over his love for Aria and the rift it caused with the Grand Duke Persy’s house, Clea felt genuinely grateful toward him.
Yet, she assumed his kindness stemmed merely from goodwill.
Simple compassion toward someone pushed to the edge—prompting him to extend a helping hand.
In her mind, the same scene kept replaying.
The man before her falling in love and spending happy days with Aria Herscher.
These images were vivid—not just from the original story, but because she had personally witnessed the three of them—Lloyd included—spending time together at the academy.
To Clea, Admon was someone who could leave at any moment, a man she could let go of anytime.
‘Even if I tried to hold onto him, he wouldn’t stay anyway.’
She decided it was better not to harbor feelings at all if they’d inevitably lead to heartache.
As Clea lowered her gaze toward the floor, Admon frowned, clearly displeased.
He gently swept her hair back and studied her expression before saying,
“I was simply speaking my heart.”
His touch was so tender that Clea lifted her head.
Meeting his eyes, she smiled.
“So you can say such embarrassing things after all.”
“You wear your smile well.”
Hearing Admon’s words, Clea felt genuinely pleased.
Though the pain in her chest had lessened slightly, more than that, she simply felt happy.
Seeing Admon turn his head away, Clea couldn’t help but laugh.
His ears had turned red—it was incredibly endearing.
She wanted nothing more than to tease him further, but she decided to let it slide, deeply grateful for how he’d defended her against Lloyd.
Admon’s hand fidgeted restlessly. Noticing this, she firmly took hold of it.
Startled by the sudden contact, Admon looked toward her—but Clea closed her eyes and leaned into his embrace.
“Thank you, truly. Because of you, Your Highness, I didn’t have to hear those awful words.”
“A filthy woman who can’t function without men.”
Earlier, Clea had wanted to fling those words right back at him.
Who exactly was the one who couldn’t function without the opposite sex?
But the more she argued, the bigger the conflict would become.
She felt weary of it. She didn’t want to waste her emotions confronting Lloyd.
It was bothersome—and frankly, she didn’t feel he was worth it.
So just as she was wondering when he’d finally disappear, Admon intervened, freeing her from having to deal with Lloyd any further.
“You called me Admon so freely just a moment ago, yet now it’s ‘Your Highness’ again?”
“I can’t call Your Highness by name, can I?”
“Admon.”
Familiar with this sort of scene, Clea asked with a smile,
“Before I answer Your Highness, may I ask—what will our relationship be from now on?”
She was curious.
What would become of her relationship with him moving forward?
Honestly, she found Admon incredibly appealing.
He was handsome and refined, but unlike Lloyd—who she’d always considered a bad man—he remained devoted to just one person, and that truly pleased her.
Yet another thought lingered quietly in her heart.
‘If he’s someone who’ll leave someday anyway, perhaps a relationship without complications would be better.’
She thought of Aria Herscher.
With her soft, fluffy pink hair and an undeniably charming face that anyone would find likable—
her emerald-green eyes brimming with innocence rarely seen in noble society.
No wonder even Lloyd and others adored her for that rare purity.
Thinking of the future where the man before her would eventually turn toward Aria, Clea felt a pang of regret.
If only this man before her could belong entirely to her—how wonderful that would be.
Amid those thoughts, Admon spoke.
“Have you truly abandoned the name Odoi?”
“Yes, I have. Entirely from my life.”
“Then what possible reason could there be not to keep you by my side?”
Though they were already close, Admon drew even nearer to Clea.
They were now so close their lips nearly touched—but neither acknowledged it.
“You’ll keep me by your side?”
“Yes.”
“For how long?”
At her question of “how long,” Admon’s expression hardened as he replied,
“I absolutely have no intention of ever letting you go.”
Though she worried about what the future might bring, Clea liked his answer.
As Admon tilted his head, their lips met.
In that brief yet intensely vivid moment, she felt complete satisfaction.
[This is the timeline separator]Lloyd stormed out, breath ragged.
“This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!”
His steps were so rough they startled passersby into flinching.
But Lloyd paid them no mind whatsoever.
All he could see now was Clea and Admon.
“How dare she do this to me, after saying she loved me!”
Lloyd seethed with anger toward Clea.
The woman who once desperately cried out her love for him was now nestled in another man’s arms, showing a radiant smile she’d never once shown him.
Seeing them kiss so openly made his stomach churn.
Even though he knew it was he who had neglected her all this time, he burned with rage rather than remorse.
“I even knelt before her!”
What made him feel even more wretched was that even after kneeling before her, she still wouldn’t return.
He had never doubted that if he apologized sincerely—even going so far as to kneel—she would surely come back to him.
He’d always believed all she ever wanted was his attention, and that her defiance stemmed only from not receiving his affection.
Yet instead, she deliberately cast him aside and went straight to Admon.
“Aria.”
Even in this state, Lloyd spoke Aria’s name aloud.
Being near Aria always brought him peace.
He wondered what it would be like if she were standing beside him right now.
At the same time, he even felt this situation had worked out favorably.
“Yes, I should just think of it as the obstacle finally being removed.”
He told himself from the start he’d never truly loved Clea.
Rather, she’d only ever been an obstacle keeping him from growing closer to Aria.
Now that Clea was out of the picture, nothing stood in the way of their relationship—and with that thought, he smiled.
Though he felt utterly lost about how to explain today’s events to his parents and others, for now he set all that aside and instructed the coachman.
To go to wherever Aria might be.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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“Your Highness’s lips, perhaps.”
Oooh girl…😏 She wants something else for dinner i see 🙈
At this rate, heading straight to the bedroom instead of dining was only a matte
….😏🙈 You perverts sitting in a tree k.I.S.S.I.N.G😆
He desperately wanted to shout right then and there, grab Clea’s wrist, and drag
These brute losers ….how can their duchy even functioning properly…? That’s what I wanna know
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I wonder if subconciously he knows that she is sick.
Its quite weird that his aide calls her a close friend when its quite clear that Admon barely registers her presence 🤣
Urgh …i love this …she ain’t no damsel in distress, she’s fierce….i think I’m in love