Spent the First Night with the Male Lead, Thinking I Was Terminal (10 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 13
Clea regretted it.
She should have just ignored him completely.
She thought she should have gotten away from Obern sooner.
At least while speaking with Admon, her condition had been at its best.
Surely, the dizziness had lessened, and warmth had returned to her hands and feet, which had been cold before.
But after exchanging just a few words with Obern, her previously excellent mood sank completely to the bottom.
She finally slipped away from that place, albeit belatedly.
Yet she was the only one who thought she’d escaped—Obern was already behind her, having followed her at some point without her noticing.
“Since when has it been like this?”
Clea, finding it too difficult to walk any further, sank down onto the floor. In a secluded corner, only she and Obern remained.
Clea looked at Obern standing before her.
Obern’s gaze had changed from what it had been earlier.
It seemed the cold, fierce aura had somewhat faded.
‘Should I be glad about this?’
He didn’t seem intent on pressing her further for more proof. Perhaps it was best to take it positively, as they’d moved away from an uncomfortable topic.
After all, this was Obern—the very man infamous for never letting go once he grew suspicious.
Yet her mood had already plummeted to the absolute worst.
“What difference does it make if you find out?”
She never wanted anyone to see her like this again.
Though this was the first time she’d bled openly like this, there had been one previous occasion when she’d shown weakness in front of others—and back then, she’d still held onto a sliver of hope.
She’d hoped, perhaps, that the eyes looking at her might hold a trace of pity, that they might finally understand she, too, was someone capable of feeling pain just like anyone else.
But what she received in return was only colder indifference and mocking scorn that seemed almost gleeful.
From that moment onward, Clea vowed never to reveal vulnerability to anyone again.
Because she’d learned that showing weakness would never make others feel sympathy for her.
“Is that really what you should be saying right now?”
Obern revealed his anger once more.
This anger was different from the initial look of disgust mixed with loathing he’d shown earlier.
“Then what should I do?”
“I’ll summon the imperial physician immediately.”
“How bothersome.”
“Don’t dismiss it so casually with just ‘bothersome.’”
Before she knew it, Obern had pulled out a snow-white handkerchief and began gently wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth.
He figured someone else could clean up the blood she’d spilled onto the floor later.
Right now, Clea came first in his mind, so he kept his eyes fixed on her.
But Clea met his gaze and asked,
“You mean it’s wasteful to use such high-grade manpower on me.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“From the start, why has our so-called genius Duke Philip been pretending to be so stupidly oblivious?”
Obern frowned.
His hand, which had been wiping her mouth, dropped limply.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll disappear on my own soon enough anyway.”
A brief silence stretched between them. Even though neither spoke, the air grew stifling just from their mutual gaze.
True to Clea’s words, Obern was no fool.
Pondering over what she’d said, he quickly understood what it meant.
“Was that why you left the Odoi Family?”
“Odoi, Odoi—it’s grown tiresome even hearing that name.”
Though she’d left home hoping to shake off that weary feeling, the name kept echoing around her, making her sick of it.
With the blood still not fully wiped from her face, she gave him a bright, cheerful smile.
Seeing that smile spreading across her pale face, Obern felt his heart sink.
“Tell me.”
Still, he couldn’t help but be curious.
Nobles always desired recognition from their own houses.
They wished to be acknowledged as members, treated accordingly, and ultimately hoped to die bearing their family’s name.
At least, that’s how every noble he’d ever known had been.
But Clea before him was different.
“Isn’t it the cruelest thing imaginable—to be controlled by that damned family right up until your dying breath?”
“……”
“Think about it. Being manipulated like a puppet by others until you finally die, completely against your own will.”
Despite knowing her own body was already shrouded by death, she spoke as calmly as if it were someone else’s matter.
Even after hearing her answer, Obern’s doubts remained unresolved.
If anything, the more he listened, the more his mind felt tangled in an intricate labyrinth—as though he shouldn’t have asked at all.
“At the very least, I should gather a few good memories.”
“……So that’s why you left the Odoi Family?”
“Do you finally believe me now?”
Until now, Clea had consistently maintained her stance.
But only now had she provided the reasoning behind it.
In truth, Obern still found many parts incomprehensible.
Nonetheless, his mind gradually began to accept it.
This woman, Clea, truly was facing death—and had genuinely abandoned the Odoi Family.
“But the one you loved was Lloyd Persy, wasn’t he?”
Faced with this final question, Clea, deciding to be unusually kind for the day, answered—though her reply also carried a clear warning against further inquiries.
“People aren’t perfect beings. Whether it’s the Crown Prince over there, me, or even you—we’re all capable of falling apart.”
Fallen apart.
She described herself as having fallen apart.
“Since I’ve answered everything, you won’t mind if I borrow this, will you?”
Clea took the handkerchief from Obern’s hand.
It slipped limply from his grasp.
Honestly, at this moment, the handkerchief meant nothing to him.
Even as she took it, Obern couldn’t help but study Clea’s expression.
“It would be best if everyone kept this matter silent.”
Including Admon.
With those words, Clea turned and walked away.
Obern could only watch her go.
As he watched Clea use his handkerchief to wipe away the remaining bloodstains, he felt a suffocating weight settle deep in his chest.
“How can someone with death so close at hand appear so calm?”
Obern was the sort of man who never revealed his inner feelings, no matter how unpleasant others might be.
Yet strangely, his emotions always seemed to slip through whenever he was with Clea.
Just as he’d sensed something odd about her while she was writing that letter of severance, he felt the same now.
Looking at her, she seemed like someone who would vanish at any moment. Her hollow eyes held a truth that couldn’t possibly be feigned.
For some reason, unlike his usual self—who endlessly doubted everything—he found himself accepting her words without question.
He couldn’t understand why she was so entirely different from everyone else he’d ever known.
Perhaps it was because faking such perfectly timed hemoptysis was realistically impossible—or maybe, deep down, his instincts recognized her words as truth.
Obern stood there, still unable to decipher his own feelings.
[This is the timeline separator]By the time evening approached, the pile of papers awaiting Admon’s attention had nearly vanished from his desk.
He let out a sigh and thought of Clea.
His mind still insisted that any relationship with her was dangerous.
As Obern had pointed out, she was already engaged to someone else.
He could easily imagine someone angrily accusing him—how could a Crown Prince stoop so low as to steal another man’s fiancée?
Yet despite that, Admon had no intention of letting Clea go.
“That night wasn’t a coincidence.”
The mutual attraction that led him to her bedroom, then their chance meeting again on the bridge, and finally bringing her into the palace—all of it.
Admon could confidently say every step had been his own decision.
He was a man of responsibility.
He knew well that if he desired something, he must also bear the corresponding responsibility.
“Obern.”
He looked toward Obern, who had just entered his office.
Obern, who’d seemed lost in thought all day, raised his head at Admon’s call.
Meeting his gaze, Admon asked him the same question once more.
Even though he expected the same answer as before, he wanted to secure the loyalty of his own man first.
“If she truly abandons the name Odoi, would there be any problem with me taking her as mine?”
What would Obern say in response?
In Admon’s view, there really wasn’t an issue.
If she’d been cast out or willingly abandoned her family name, she would simply become Clea—no longer a noblewoman.
And without noble status, her engagement to the Grand Ducal family would naturally become void.
But Obern, who always adhered strictly to principles, would surely argue that one should never get close to someone who even potentially caused complications.
That’s exactly how he’d always been—and even after Clea declared she’d left the Odoi name behind, he’d continued insisting she should be kept at a distance.
Thus, Admon fully expected the same answer again.
But soon, he found it difficult to hide his astonishment at Obern’s indifferent reply.
“If she has genuinely renounced the Odoi name, who could possibly object? My only concern is how others might perceive it.”
These words came from the very man who had stubbornly opposed the idea until now.
Admon even began to wonder if this were truly the Obern he knew.
Maintaining eye contact with Admon, Obern asked,
“Your Highness, are you truly prepared to accept responsibility?”
In his eyes lingered something hollow yet dark.
Though Admon was concerned about Obern’s state, he carefully considered his question.
Obern waited silently for his answer.
Admon finally spoke.
“I have no intention of letting her out of my arms.”
He absolutely would not let her go.
Hearing Admon’s firm declaration, Obern frowned.
Watching Admon smile as if delighted by something, Obern hesitated—should he reveal what had happened today?
Normally, he surely would have told Admon everything he’d witnessed.
But Clea had specifically asked him not to tell Admon, and so he couldn’t bring himself to speak.
Moreover, as Obern himself had been deeply shaken by what he’d seen today, he felt it wasn’t something he could recklessly disclose.
‘If Your Highness has already made up your mind, then I won’t interfere.’
Obern, too, had changed his stance.
But he could already foresee how the story between these two would end.
That vision was overwhelmingly tragic, and he bit his lip.
“Your Highness.”
“What is it?”
“……His Majesty has invited you to dine with him today.”
“His Majesty himself?”
Unable to reach a decision, Obern chose to postpone it for now.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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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