Absolute Threshold

Absolute Threshold — Chapter 50. Morning Sickness

Translator: Atlas

Weekly Chapter 3/4

When he released her chin, her slender neck that had sw#llowed the obsc#ne l#quid began to quiver. She could barely only eat fruit due to morning sickness, but he had forced her to sw#llow all the s#m#n he had accumulated.

“Can’t you explain it, Jumi?”

They couldn’t voice their conclusion aloud. No one would dare to express their feelings. Yoongyo, who experienced intense feelings for a woman for the first time, and Jumi, who was even more scared because she liked it. It was wiser for them to feign ignorance, as it would not be favorable for them to reveal their feelings.

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A espresso with cold ice.

The wedding invitation was delivered with a bouquet. It was Hyeseon.

She sent a text message to congratulate him. She then opened the text message she had received from Wooseok. The text message said that he would sell the villa this month.

She was surprised that the passages were blocked.

—Lately, you’ve been on my mind incessantly.

He had said it with a terrified face. She pretended to have fallen asleep with exhaustion. Finally, Yoongyo stopped, walked into the room with her body in his arms. He rested her head on the pillow that contained his body scent. A warm tongue s#cked at the unidentifiable stains on her pr#v#te p#rts.

She covered her eyes with her hands. It embarrassed her that she had mo#ned. He was a man who only did bad things, so it was hard for her to look him in the eye. She felt like her heart was going to explode. Her heart had never beat like this before.

Jumi sipped some iced coffee.

“Boss.”

“What?”

Inho, who was washing dishes, approached her.

“You shouldn’t drink coffee.”

“One cup a day is not harmful. But it’s better not to, I’ll only drink one today.”

“I didn’t know.”

Inho scratched her neck, her intervention futile.

“I was worried because you seemed tired lately.”

“Me?”

“Yes. You don’t say anything either, you just work.”

“I need time to get used to pregnancy.”

Inho understood her. She wanted to ask her when she would choose the next boss to replace her. But she preferred to swallow that question.

The coffee shop was a place where she could breathe.

When she woke up in the morning, the opposite half of the bed lay vacant.

Jumi, who opened the door, heard a voice coming from the drawing room.

—President. I did what you asked me to do. I bought all the medicines and related products that are good for pregnant women.

—I need everything I need for the baby.

—Will that baby become your successor?

—I don’t know.

—Huh?

—I don’t want to show this world to my child. How frequently must one confront an adversary? Misfortune could ensue.

—Don’t say that. You protect us.

—But why do you have a smile on your face?

Cheolju hid his smile.

—Sometimes you just hide your true intentions.

—The longer your tongue, the more mistakes you make.

Even when he inferred that he should shut up, Cheolju did not shut his mouth.

—How is it possible that I didn’t know?

—You’ve already talked a lot today.

—We all know you brought her here to protect her from Song Hayoung. We’ll be even more responsible because she’s pregnant.

—Don’t talk nonsense.

—Would you like assistance with donning your footwear?

—Are you a pervert now?