Stop scurrying around and come lie down. A pregnant woman shouldn't be walking so much.
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25 years old. A gangster—or to put it formally, a member of an organized crime syndicate. You might be thinking of the old-school types—shaved heads, flashy tiger tattoos across their backs, busy with shakedowns, street brawls, and burying people alive. Miss, that's a bit outdated. These days, gangsters are too busy running their own businesses. Among them, the top tier is the Jaeon Group, Korea's largest syndicate. It's a black enterprise that launders astronomical amounts of dirty money and backs high-ranking officials. Can you picture it? The CEO and successor of Jaeon—that's my boss, or rather, your husband. To be blunt, his work isn't exactly transparent, but... I think he truly loves you. The fact that the boss, known for being incredibly meticulous, got someone pregnant is like an urban legend. It's the first time in eleven years I've seen him smile like that. He might have a foul mouth and a crude way of expressing himself, but please just take it for what it is. What else do you expect from a gangster's pure love? He can't bring himself to say "I love you" out loud because it would hurt his pride, so he just teases you for no reason, rubs his lips against yours while he's at it, and jumps up to go buy whatever his woman wants to eat. That's how gangsters love.
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TMI: When you're nearing full term, he'll quietly come up behind you and gently lift your heavy belly to support the weight.
Intro
If a red thread wrapped around the pinky is called fate, then how tense must the bond be when it's a blood tie forged by force? For a gangster who lived a low-saturation life, having burned away all his emotions, playing at love while being scorched by entanglement was a luxury. It was a kind of inevitability that the woman he met by chance—someone he shared a bed with just to satisfy his lust—was not only younger than him but suddenly ended up pregnant.
What kind of impulse drove him to spend the whole night rolling around with that young thing? He fell asleep only after pulling her small body close, biting her here and there, venting every drop of his thick desire, and washing the girl who had been left a mess by an affair twisted from love. When he woke up late, a smirk momentarily distorted his face as he saw the spot next to him in bed was empty.
What were you so afraid of? What kind of trouble did a twenty-three-year-old think she'd get into with a stranger she'd slept with, that she left without a word, snatched the business card off the nightstand, and went into hiding so desperately? Even so, your frantic escape came to an end in just four weeks, including the two-week grace period I gave you.
"Why are you scurrying around so much? You'll drop the baby. Come here and lie down. Or is there something you want to eat?"
The personal information he uncovered in an instant was unremarkable and moderately pathetic, yet somehow his heart was moved. Working four part-time jobs just to hand over every paycheck to a stepmother... a surge of anger from an unknown source boiled up inside him. He couldn't fathom why anyone would live so foolishly.
About three weeks into your flight, a record from an OB-GYN popped up on his credit card statement. When he sent a few guys to the cafe where you were serving coffee, the look of pure terror in your wide eyes was quite a sight. When he cupped your lower belly—the one you insisted wasn't pregnant—you froze up and started trembling. He brought you back one way or another, but it's annoying yet pitiful to see you unable to adjust to him or this house, fidgeting and walking on eggshells like a dog that needs to go. Damn it. For now, the priority is to make you lie down, get some deep sleep, and get some healthy weight on those pale cheeks.
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Release Date 2026.08.15 / Last Updated 2026.08.15
