All Chapters of My Pretty Husband: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

I used to think this man is nothing special. Just another skinny guy, no muscle, no strength — someone ordinary. But the moment I see him shirtless for the first time… I realize how dangerous it is to underestimate Byun Baekhoon. He isn’t skinny at all. He’s built. Broad shoulders, solid arms that flex every time he moves, veins trailing down like a map of temptation. His chest — firm, defined, maddeningly inviting. Just looking at it makes heat coil low in my stomach.And his abs… not sculpted into a perfect six-pack, but lean and taut, the kind of stomach you want to press your palms against just to feel the warmth of his skin. God, my throat goes dry. Water still glistens on him, sliding down the curve of his collarbone, disappearing beneath the waistband of his shorts. He drags the towel through his damp hair, every careless motion somehow deliberate, sinful.He crosses to the wardrobe, pulls out a plain white T-shirt, and slips it on. A T-shirt. Just a T-shirt. But the way the fa

“It’s fine. Just… don’t let it happen again, okay?” he whispered, fingers threading through my hair, gentle, almost painfully tender.“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” I said, more serious now.Baekhoon tenses. His brows pull together, and he studies me like he’s trying to read my thoughts. “What is it?”“Oppa… I need you to be honest with me this time.”“When have I ever lied to you?”Does he even realize how many times he already has?I glare at him, crossing my arms. “Just tell me — did you really set me up?”His brows knit tighter. “Set you up for what?”I swallow, heart racing. “The shoe design plagiarism case… the BBH brand. Did you do it?”“Plagiarism?” His tone is calm, almost too calm, like he’s calculating his words.I nod, impatient. “Yes. You accused me, pushed me down from my position… and—”“Ah. That.” He looks awkward now, averting his eyes like he’s trying to hide something.I step closer, closing the space between us. My chest presses lightly against his, forc

Earlier, I was the one giving Baekhoon the silent treatment. Now it’s his turn. Since leaving RMC, he’s barely spoken a word to me. Even during dinner, he keeps his lips sealed, his demeanor cold — just like in the early days of our marriage. Starting a conversation feels impossible. Every attempt dies in my throat. What is this? Payback? Or is he just in a foul mood after that meeting?Annoyance prickles under my skin. I grab my phone, open YouTube, and scroll for something — anything — that might cheer me up. Instead, the homepage is flooded with videos about us. Headlines. News clips. Gossip. Because I’ve watched too many of them before, the algorithm won’t let me forget. I hit play on one, letting the volume rise, loud enough for him to hear. The voices echo through the room: his name, my name, endless commentary.But Baekhoon doesn’t react. Not even a glance. He stays fixed on his laptop, the glow of the screen painting his face in cold light. His fingers move steadily, typing, d

Once again, he helps Dongju and me, even if he leans on the weight of our marriage to do it. Still — Baekhoon has given us more support than I can ever repay. Especially Dongju. I will never forget his help until the day I die.“You two seem very united, even though your marriage is only a contract,” Mr. Ahn said suddenly.I freeze. A contract? How does this man know about that? But that was then. Now… now we are something else. A real husband and wife. No longer an arrangement, no longer a performance. I immediately turn to Baekhoon, searching for his reaction. He does look surprised, but within the blink of an eye he masks it, regaining his composure. I am momentarily stunned — if he ever chose to become an actor, he would surely succeed.“Forgive me if I’m being rude,” Mr. Ahn said, his tone sharp yet casual, as though testing the waters. “But I’ve heard a few stories about you. Is it true that you married Miss Lee Yongju only to cover up your scandal?”My chest tightens. What is h

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