Spent the First Night with the Male Lead, Thinking I Was Terminal (10 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 34

“Huff.”

Admon sat in his office, lost in thought.

He wondered how he could find out what illness she was suffering from—and how he could hear it directly from her.

Thinking back, every version of Clea he had seen so far had been nothing short of miserable.

Certainly, her expressions had grown more varied since meeting him, but before that, all she ever showed were anger, sorrow, and emptiness.

And by the end, she had become utterly expressionless, as though she had given up on everything entirely.

It was hard to pinpoint exactly when he started worrying about her—this woman who concealed all her emotions, as if refusing to be hurt any further.

But Admon clearly remembered the moment he first felt the desire to draw closer to Clea.

It was that night when they had shared drinks alone together.

“How can I ever come to know you?”

He looked at the chess piece resting on his desk.

He had never before in his life wrestled with such a dilemma.

Whenever there was something he wanted to know, he would stop at nothing—using every means and method available—until he finally uncovered it.

Kidnapping, imprisonment, torture.

Having occupied a position that inevitably exposed him to countless such methods throughout his life, Admon had never felt any aversion toward them.

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