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165. Our chat

Penulis: Aerina Jane
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-30 17:16:24

The bus? I frown, confused at first — until the memory surfaces. He’s the man I once mistook for a student. That day, the bus braked suddenly and I lost my balance. He told me to grab onto him, and I did — clutching his arm instead of falling flat to the floor.

“Ah, yes — it was you on the bus. Thank you for that. I probably would have ended up on the ground if not for your arm.”

“My name is Ahn Minseok,” he said, extending his hand. His smile is warm, but the weight of authority lingers in his eyes.

“Lee Yongju,” I replied with equal composure, returning his handshake. My smile doesn’t waver. It feels unexpectedly reassuring to meet again, this time in a place of polished power.

Only now do I realize he holds an executive seat at RMC. His features remind me of Baekhoon’s — youthful, almost boyish — but his presence is unmistakably that of a senior leader. His appearance today, sharp and commanding in formal attire, contrasts so sharply with the casual figure on the bus that I barely
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  • My Pretty Husband   175. Not ready yet

    “I know! I just wanted to make sure. What’s so wrong with asking?”“It’s not wrong to ask something like that,” Baekhoon said, his voice lower now, almost dangerous in its calmness. “But the strange thing is — you’re asking your own husband. I’m a man. We sleep in the same bed, under the same blanket. And when I’m turned on by you… didn’t you ever feel something pressing against you?”My breath hitches. “W-what?!” My eyes fly wide, heart hammering.He leans closer, close enough for me to feel the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek. “I’ve never had an Adam’s apple, that’s true. But my voice — doesn’t it sound like a man’s voice? If you still don’t believe me…” His hand slides up, his thumb brushing lightly over my jawline, “…you can check for yourself.”“B-Baekhoon!” My face flares crimson as I shove his chest with both hands. “You pervert!”He only laughs, catching the pillow I throw at him, his eyes glinting with wicked delight. “That’s what you get for questioning me. Yo

  • My Pretty Husband   174. About Adam’s apple

    “Are you not going to eat first? I’ve already prepared dinner,” I asked softly.“Sorry, I already ate at the office. Keep it in the fridge for tomorrow morning.” Baekhoon’s hand slides into my hair, ruffling it with a casual intimacy that makes my chest tighten.“Oh… okay.”“Yongju.”His voice drops lower, making my breath hitch. “Hm?”“Are you… on your period today?”My whole body jolts. Heat rushes to my cheeks. “W-what? Why would you suddenly—” My voice stumbles over itself. “Um… y-yes. I am. Why?”Baekhoon tilts his head, eyes glinting with something dangerously playful. “It’s fine,” he whispered, leaning closer until his breath brushes against my lips. “I’ll wait until you’re ready.”“Ready for what?” My words come out thin, barely a whisper.He bends down so our faces are perfectly aligned, his nose almost grazing mine. His lips curve into a slow, wicked smile. “Ready to let your husband have you in bed.”My breath catches in my throat. My skin prickles with heat. He doesn’t eve

  • My Pretty Husband   173. Let me stay like this for a while

    Baekhoon lifts his spoon, pretending to focus on the porridge, but I notice the way his eyes flick toward me every few seconds. His gaze lingers just a fraction too long, teasing, and it makes my stomach twist in a way I can’t ignore. I hand him a sip of water, my fingers brushing the back of his hand. He doesn’t pull away. Instead, his thumb traces lightly over my knuckles, slow and deliberate. I bite my lip, trying to appear casual, but the heat in my chest rises sharply.Dongju munches on his sandwich, oblivious — or maybe pretending to be. “Noona, are you going to eat, or are you just staring at Hyung again?” he teased, glancing up with a sly grin.“Mind your own breakfast,” I snapped, cheeks burning, trying to sound annoyed.Baekhoon leans closer, lowering his voice just enough for me to hear: “I think he’s enjoying this almost as much as you are.”I freeze. Did he just…? My heart flutters uncontrollably. His proximity is maddening; the heat from his fevered body radiates into mi

  • My Pretty Husband   172. Sweet breakfast

    At 5:00 a.m., I rush to the kitchen, my mind racing with what to cook — our groceries are almost gone. Baekhoon is still sick, so porridge feels safest. I slice some chicken, toss in seaweed, and add a few vegetables, trying to make it comforting. Carrying the warm bowl back upstairs, I enter the bedroom quietly. I press the back of my hand against Baekhoon’s forehead, checking his temperature. Last night it had spiked over 38°C. Now… it’s lower. Relief washes over me.“Hah… thank goodness,” I whispered, exhaling.Suddenly, Baekhoon doesn’t pull away. He holds my hand against his forehead, then slides it gently onto his cheek. His eyes flutter open, soft and luminous, and he smiles at me. My heart stutters. The way he rubs his face against my hand makes me feel… electric.“Good morning,” he rasps, voice low and still husky from sleep. I bite my lip, trying to hide my fluttering heartbeat. Even though he does this all the time, it still catches me off guard. How is he so impossibly swe

  • My Pretty Husband   171. Between cure and temptation

    I hold the glass of water to Baekhoon’s lips, leaning just a little too close. His warm breath brushes my cheek, making my heart stutter. “Drink slowly,” I whispered, but the closeness between us feels dangerously intimate. He tilts his head, eyes half-lidded, the fever making them glint with mischief. “Or maybe… you can help me… a little more,” he murmured softly, voice low, teasing.My pulse races. I can feel his chest rise and fall just beneath my hand. Every accidental touch sends sparks through me. Our faces drift closer… closer… until I can feel his lips near mine.“Baekhoon…” I breathe, almost inaudible. He leans in, and for a heartbeat, the world narrows down to just the two of us.Suddenly, the bedroom door swings open. “Mr. Byun? Mrs. Byun?”Both of us freeze mid-motion, caught with our faces inches apart, almost touching. My cheeks burn, heart hammering. Baekhoon groans low, burying his face in a pillow. It’s Doctor Shin and his assistant, standing there with calm, polite e

  • My Pretty Husband   170. I want to pull away, but I can’t

    Baekhoon lies down on the bed. I quickly grab a thin shirt for him, then reach for the thermometer and paracetamol from the first-aid kit. He’s completely helpless. Seeing him like this makes my chest ache too. I’ve already set a bottle of water and a glass on the nightstand. In his condition, he needs plenty of fluids, especially water, to help lower his body temperature.“Change into this. It’s thinner. If you wear something thick, your body heat won’t escape, and your fever won’t go down. When you’re sick, don’t wrap yourself in blankets. Drink plenty of water to stabilize your temperature,” I ramble on, handing him the thin white shirt.“Can’t I just go naked?”“What?”“Isn’t it easier for your body temperature to drop if you’re naked?”Well… he’s not wrong. B-but… naked? If he’s naked and I’m sleeping next to him… is that okay?“You’re sure you want to be n-naked? Baekhoon, don’t be perverted!” I replied cautiously, my heart racing.“Hey, what’s going through your head, huh? I ju

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