Spent the First Night with the Male Lead, Thinking I Was Terminal (10 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 6
“Hmm, was it just my imagination?”
Clea glanced at the back of her hand, wondering if the pain in her chest had lessened a bit.
The second hand within the clock mark on her hand still ticked at the same pace.
As time flowed, so too did her own time diminish.
It might have been the most precious thing of all, yet Clea didn’t particularly care.
After all, no matter how much time she had left, life here felt utterly meaningless to her.
Though she hated wasting time she ought to cherish, her heart remained hollow.
Yet the situation before her eyes was anything but a waste.
“Why are you staring at your hand like that?”
“I was checking whether it broke from Your Highness gripping it so tightly.”
“Let me see.”
“Fortunately, it didn’t break.”
“I only believe what I see with my own eyes.”
‘He sounds like a terminal case of paranoia.’
She had no real reason to hide her hand.
She’d only said that to test Admon’s reaction a little, but he sternly ordered her to show him her hand with a serious expression.
Clea extended her hand to Admon.
“My apologies. I must have hurt you.”
Calluses lined Admon’s palm.
As the sole heir, he was destined to lead the Empire.
The Emperor had raised him with extreme rigor, believing that if Admon grew as fragile as glass, the Empire’s future would be doomed.
From a young age, he’d been trained in horsemanship and swordsmanship, as well as academics and various other experiences.
Some worried he might easily grow arrogant, having everything a man could desire.
But Admon was, contrary to his hair color, a genuinely pure-hearted man.
Thus, that single night with Clea had inevitably become intensely vivid in his memory.
The precarious atmosphere of that day, her seemingly aloof demeanor, yet the desperate way she’d pulled him close—
It felt as if they now shared a secret known to no one else.
Even now, his eyes struggled to leave the small, soft hand that had caressed his hair the previous night.
Clea smiled as she watched him.
“It was a lie. It actually felt warm—just what I needed, since I was cold.”
“You’re likely the only one who’d openly call it a lie to my face like that.”
“Oh dear. It’s not that no one around you speaks of lies—it’s that people lie to you now and will continue to do so endlessly. And yet you fail to notice something so obvious.”
Even at her teasing remark, Admon merely smiled.
He didn’t know how long she’d been outside.
He roughly guessed why she’d gone out and what had happened at the Odoi household, but it was still too early to be certain.
At this moment, only she before him mattered. Admon gazed at her with his crimson eyes.
“If you have nowhere to go, won’t you come with me to the Imperial Palace?”
Hearing this, Clea recalled everything that had just happened.
Moments ago, he’d exuded an air of having already passed the point of regret, implying she’d better simply obey him from now on—yet now, he’d handed the decision to her.
It was as if he had no intention of taking her by force. Touched by his kindness and thoughtfulness, Clea barely suppressed a soft chuckle.
‘So this is why she chose Admon.’
Compared to the arrogant and domineering Lloyd, he truly resembled a prince straight out of a fairy tale.
Yet Clea intentionally provoked him, thinking it might be better if he showed a bit more assertiveness.
“Is that all your question about regret amounts to?”
His expression hardened slightly at her implication that his authority was so meager.
Looking up at him, Clea found herself genuinely amused.
Amused by a person.
The only people she’d encountered here had been her legal family, Lloyd, and Arias’s followers.
Though she’d occasionally crossed paths with Admon during their academy days, it had never been more than that.
He was the first person to spark this kind of interest in her.
“Alright. I’ll accept Your Highness’s invitation.”
At those words, he gave a slight nod.
Watching him fall silent as if struck dumb, Clea resolved to make the most of her remaining time.
After all, this man before her would soon turn toward Aria Herscher, as dictated by the original story’s plot.
Until then, it wouldn’t hurt for her to stay by his side.
Cursing the god who’d forced her into Clea Odoi’s body and subjected her to such misery, she decided to enjoy herself, if only briefly.
[This is the timeline separator]Admon called over Obern, who had been standing at a distance guarding him.
Obern frowned momentarily upon seeing the figure beside Admon but quickly smoothed his expression.
After all, Admon’s orders came first at this moment.
Admon didn’t miss the fleeting expression on Obern’s face.
He yearned to reprimand him right then and there, but his concern for Clea, who’d endured the cold far too long, took precedence.
Thus, he postponed the rebuke and urged Obern to prepare the carriage quickly.
Though partly because she wore dress shoes, he especially didn’t want her exposed to the cold en route to the Imperial Palace.
Obern nearly suggested leaving Clea behind, but meeting Admon’s icy gaze, he immediately abandoned the idea.
“Take my hand.”
“Hmm, now that I think about it, this is the first time I’ve received an escort.”
“Did your fiancé never offer you one?”
“If that’s what being called a fiancé means, then every young lady in the Empire must be living an unfortunate life. Or perhaps they’re only treated well after marriage?”
Clea thought of Lloyd.
Whenever he saw her, he was always an irritable man.
Continually searching for other women, he’d always speak of her as if baffled how anyone could marry such a woman.
His father, the Grand Duke, would scold him for this and apologize profusely to Clea,
often gifting her expensive jewelry set with precious gems as tokens of apology.
Clea didn’t care.
Affection only mattered if one actually cared enough to feel it.
While the original Clea seemed deeply attached to Lloyd, the current Clea held no particular interest in him.
The Persy Grand Ducal Family—closest to the imperial household and wielding immense power?
What good was that?
To a modern sensibility, such status hardly justified enduring an utterly miserable engagement.
‘Not to mention his face isn’t even my type.’
There was no reason to pay any attention to a man so busy humiliating his fiancée while avoiding outright annulment.
“Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me for this.”
“Still, thank you.”
“You’re stubborn.”
“Since it’s Your Highness saying it, I’ll take it as a compliment.”
Clea found the man before her quite satisfactory.
She wouldn’t bother praising his unique character or innate nobility—those were overused tropes.
She simply found it amusing that this man, after sharing a night of intimacy with her, had come searching for her, unable to forget.
“Clea Odoi.”
“Oh my, is he coming along too?”
Though Clea and Admon had already boarded the carriage, the door remained open.
Obern glared at Clea as if refusing to accept it.
“Obern.”
When Admon called his name in a voice utterly devoid of emotion, Obern flinched.
“Can we discuss the rest once we’re back at the palace?”
“…Is that Your Highness’s wish?”
“I’m tired.”
Admon avoided answering directly.
He didn’t want to reveal his feelings in front of Clea—not because he disliked her, but because his own emotions were still unsettled.
Though the two interpreted it differently, Obern couldn’t defy his will.
With evident frustration, he shot Clea another murderous glare.
Clea, finding it absurd, let out a laugh, and Obern shut the door with a trembling hand.
Even as he closed it, Obern mouthed words to Clea:
‘Someone like you isn’t fit to be with him.’
At that, Clea couldn’t hold back her laughter.
She simultaneously wanted to retort:
‘What makes a fool like you think you’re allowed but I’m not?’
But she held her tongue—prolonging the argument would only let more cold air pour in.
Besides, she could already see Admon growing visibly irritated, which also contributed to her decision to let it go.
With the door finally closed, the carriage at last began to move.
Perhaps it was because it shielded them from the cold wind,
but as soon as she entered, warmth began melting through her body.
“Once we reach the palace, warm yourself up first.”
“And after I’m warmed up?”
With only the two of them left inside, the atmosphere in the carriage grew heated.
Wanting to tease Admon, Clea blurted it out, and Admon unconsciously swallowed hard.
Unlike the innocent look he’d shown that day, his eyes now held a flicker of flame as he gazed at her. Clea’s lips curled upward.
“Resting would be best.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do.”
What a boring man.
Clea whispered, just loud enough for him to hear, though very softly.
The ticklish sensation nearly twisted his heart, but he exercised patience and let it pass.
After staying out in the cold so long, resting today really was the better choice, he reasoned.
“Your Highness! My apologies! Some children crossed ahead!”
“So even now, you’ll only rest?”
“Heh.”
Unfortunately, it seemed things wouldn’t go as he’d hoped.
The jolting carriage sent Clea floating momentarily before she tumbled straight into Admon.
Admon froze as he caught her.
Her crimson lips hovered right before his eyes.
So close their lips nearly touched, Admon was flustered.
Desperately clinging to his reason, he recalled the scent of her from the previous night wafting through the enclosed space—and his rationality began to dissolve.
He kissed Clea.
Clea played along with Admon’s advance.
After all, it was what she’d wanted too.
Several minutes passed like this.
Wearing a smile utterly devoid of shyness, Clea brushed back her bangs and looked down at Admon.
“Your red eyes are beautiful.”
Watching her gaze intently down at him, Admon bit his lip.
But not long after, she returned to her seat and asked,
“Then shall we just rest tonight?”
Unlike earlier, he found it difficult to answer confidently.
Seeing him like this, Clea beamed and said,
“I suppose I’ll have to take back calling you a boring man.”
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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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