All Chapters of My Pretty Husband: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"Oppa, it seems your wife isn't feeling well. You should take her home," Shela said gently, her voice like honey, melting people's hearts, but I can sense the underlying condescension. "It seems... your wife... was chased by someone, or... chased by a dog and had to hide under the car like that." Wow, her words are like a subtle dagger, piercing my heart with precision. Not only is she beautiful and talented, but her words are also gentle, laced with a subtle venom that's hard to detect. I turn to look at Baekhoon, curious about his reaction, wondering how he'll respond to this delicate situation. In this situation, he appears calm but also somewhat guilty, his eyes darting back and forth between Shela and me, unsure of how to navigate this treacherous landscape. I smirk, satisfied, he's been caught with his mistress by his wife, and now he's struggling to come up with a plausible explanation.As I stand there, frozen in a mixture of shock and disgust, my stomach churns with a growin

Baekhoon's voice cuts through the air like a velvet-tipped whip, "Excuse me!" He cleared his throat softly, but the gesture is laced with an air of authority. "When are we going to eat? I'm starving," he said, his words dripping with impatience, like a king demanding sustenance from his subjects. The portly man's eyes widen in obsequiousness as he bows slightly, "Oh, sorry, Sir. Please, please take a seat!" I'm jolted out of the conversation, my mind reeling with the sudden shift in dynamics. Baekhoon's behavior is a jarring departure from his usual sadistic games. Normally, he'd revel in my discomfort, leaving me to stew in embarrassment. But now, his eyes lock onto mine, and he flashes me a sly, intimate smile, winking with one eye like we're sharing a secret. My heart skips a beat as I feel a shiver run down my spine. What is he playing at? And why is he daring to flirt with me like this, right here, in front of everyone?-o0o-"Yongju! Yongju! Are you in there?" Baekhoon's voice

My words explode in a torrent of desperation, "Then who if not you, huh?!" I screamed, my voice cracking with fear and frustration. The memories of the attempts on my life flash before my eyes, and I'm consumed by the terror that grips me every waking moment. "I've almost lost my life twice! I'm scared to go to the mini market, take a walk in the park, even going to work terrifies me! I'm scared every day! I'm scared, Baekhoon! I'm scared to leave the house!"Tears stream down my face, a mix of anger, fear, and helplessness. Baekhoon's expression is a complex mix of shock, concern, and a hint of guilt, his eyes wide with a deepening understanding. He looks at me like he's seeing me for the first time, like he's realizing the depth of my fear."Hey, I had nothing to do with it," he said, his voice low and soothing, like a gentle breeze on a summer day. "I swear." His words are a balm to my frazzled nerves, and he wraps his hands around my shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze to reas

My words break the silence, and Baekhoon's head jerks up, his eyes locking onto mine with a startled expression.Baekhoon's head whips around, his eyes locking onto mine with a jolt of surprise. "You weren't asleep?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of shock and curiosity. His body straightens up, like a sudden spark of energy has coursed through him. The fatigue that had etched his face just moments before seems to melt away, replaced by a look of sheepish embarrassment, like he's been caught off guard.I smile, a small, knowing smile, as I take in the comical expression on his face. It's a fleeting moment, but it's enough to make me wonder what he's been thinking about, sitting there in the darkness."I was just about to go up," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.Baekhoon's eyes narrow, his gaze piercing as he searches for answers. "Why did you sleep so late?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Did you drink coffee?" His words are laced with concern, like he's genuine

As planned, after work Baekhoon picks me up and suggests we go shopping together, since tomorrow is the day I have to fulfill my promise to him. We meet in front of the supermarket near his office, and to my surprise, he's already there, his eyes narrowing slightly as he checks his watch. "You're late," he said, his tone tinged with irritation, his voice low and even. "I had to change out of my work clothes before leaving the office," I explained, feeling a twinge of defensiveness, my hands automatically adjusting my bag strap. It's true, I have to change and wrap up a few things before heading home, whereas Baekhoon seems to be able to leave his office at a moment's notice, his schedule seemingly more flexible than mine.My position at HK Group is different now; I don't have the luxury of just leaving whenever I want, unlike before. The added responsibilities and expectations come with a price, and I'm often stuck in meetings or dealing with last-minute tasks. "Let's go!" Baekhoon