Semua Bab My Pretty Husband: Bab 171 - Bab 179

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

“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

He turns, lowering his face until it hovers dangerously close to mine. And instead of giving me the tie with his hand, he holds it between his lips. My heart flips. His mouth. Of all things — his mouth. Oh, I’m doomed. My pulse stumbles as I watch him, one hand buckling his belt, the other fixing his cuff, all while that ridiculous tie dangles from his lips like some kind of wicked invitation.And those eyes… God, those eyes. He pins me in place with that mischievous gaze, the curve of his smile making my knees weak. I flush hard, stumbling forward, fingers reaching for the tie. But the second I’m close enough, Baekhoon leans back, his smirk deepening.“Oppa,” I whispered, flustered.He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink — just watches me like he’s savoring every second of my discomfort. I step closer again, desperate to snatch the tie from his lips, but he retreats once more, deliberately teasing. It’s a game. He’s playing with me. And worse… I think I’m letting him win.In the end, he’s th

The meal continues, but I can hardly taste the food. I nod and hum at the right times, trying to keep the atmosphere light, yet every so often I feel his eyes on me. Not just a glance — long enough that I notice, long enough that it makes my skin prickle.“Your husband is very lucky,” Mr. Ahn said after a while, swirling his tea as though he’s making an idle comment. “Having someone who not only supports him at home but also understands business.”I force a polite smile. “Baekhoon works very hard. I only do what a wife should.”“Still…” His gaze sharpens for a heartbeat before softening again. “There are not many women who carry themselves with your kind of grace.”The compliment hangs between us like incense smoke — sweet but suffocating. I look away, pretending to be fascinated by the fish gliding lazily in the pond beside us. Anything to avoid his eyes.He chuckles softly. “You seem nervous.”“I’m not,” I replied too quickly. My voice betrays me, thin and tight.“Ah, then it must b