HEARTFILIA'S POV
I forced a smile as I looked at the parents of this guy. I had no idea what they had eaten that made them suddenly show up. It's not that I didn't want them to visit, but a chill was running down my spine because of all the things this jerk and I had to do just to show them that we got along and were good spouses to each other.
Even though this jerk and I hadn't spoken to each other since yesterday's incident, we had no choice but to act sweet.
I looked at him with a strained smile, not wanting them to notice anything. Of course, though, I rolled my eyes at him.
"Aren't Mom and Dad leaving yet? Your face is annoying me so much!!" I whispered to him, still smiling. Relax, Filia. Just relax.
He turned and looked at me, his smile obviously fake. You are bad at this. You can't even act. The moment they catch us faking it, you are in trouble with me.
"Your face has been nauseating me for a while now, too," he said deliberately, managing a smile. I rolled my eyes at him again. I was about to say something else, but his dad spoke.
"How are you two doing here?" his father asked. We both looked at them. I still hadn't dropped my smile, even though I looked like an idiot in front of them. Just smile, Filia. This is for you.
"We're fine, Papa. Jharied is very nice!" I immediately responded, elbowing him. He glared at me. Serves you right, you jerk.
He is not nice at all. "Very nice"? I want to squash him.
"That's good then. And you, Jharied, be a good husband to Filia," my mom said. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Don't worry, Mom. I am doing everything I can to make our marriage work," he responded. What he said just made me want to vomit. Doesn't he get the chills from all the lies he's spewing?
My mother smiled; she really seemed to believe her son.
Tsk tsk, if only you knew how much of a womanizer your son is.
"Say 'Ah,' honey," he said to me. I frowned slightly because I didn't pay attention to him. Because I'm a prankster, I started ignoring him even more.
He stamped on my foot. I glared at him, but he simply smiled.
"Say 'Ah,' honey," he repeated, irritated. I wanted to burst into laughter but managed to hold it in.
"A." He spoon-fed me the food. He surprised me, so I glared at him.
I just chewed it and then drank some water. He took a bite, too-gross, we were using the same spoon.
I drank more water. How come I didn't notice that? I must be spaced out again.
"When will you two have children?" His dad asked seriously.
Because of that, I spat out the water I was about to swallow. He did the same because of that question; he spat out the rice he was eating.
It felt like the water came out of my nose, too. I reached for a tissue at once and wiped my mouth and nose.
"Hey, are you okay?" his mom asked with concern. I was blushing from choking. *These people are too much. why jump to that kind of question immediately?*
"Is there something wrong with my question?" he asked again. Neither of us spoke.
I didn't expect such a question. How shameless.
"Your mother and I are getting old, Jharied. We haven't met our grandchild yet," his dad said, still serious. I was stressed by that. Grandchild already? Shouldn't they be telling us to focus on our future first? And why is this lunkhead involved? We'll be separating soon anyway.
"Dad, you know we're still studying," the lunkhead complained. That's right, go ahead, fight for that. Go, lunkhead.
"Studying is not an excuse. We need a grandchild soon." His dad became even more serious.
I just forced another smile.
What kind of parents does that lunkhead have? Unbelievable.
"Alright, we're leaving now, Jharied, okay!" his dad said. They left the mansion. It was just the two of us in the kitchen. Silence. We weren't speaking.
I stood up to leave. I wanted to rest; it was already late.
I was about to walk out of the kitchen when he suddenly spoke.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"To sleep, obviously!" I said listlessly. Here we go again. Not now, I'm stressed.
"Did you say that you were going to sleep?" he asked once more. *Is he crazy? For goodness sake.*
"Probably our neighbor. Why do you care?" I snapped back irritably.
He didn't answer. Instead, he just stood up and walked closer to me. I raised an eyebrow at him.
What nonsense is this idiot pulling now? I glared at him. But he was looking at me serious-faced.
" Anything else to say? I'm sleepy!" I said irritably. But he still didn't say anything.
He suddenly brought his face in close to mine.
I knew this-he was pranking me again. He'd victimized me with this several times already. I didn't close my eyes; I stared straight into his. He was looking right back at me.
"Let's make a baby."
He said this seriously.
My jaw dropped.
This bastard must be high.
His expression didn't lighten for an instant. What he said made me burst out laughing.
What did he say?? He's lost his mind.
I looked towards him once more. His face was full of irritation.
"I'm serious, Heartfilia!" he shouted.
I stopped laughing.
He called me by my name?
For the first time?
I looked at him.
Is he serious?
"I don't want to disappoint Daddy," he was still serious. I, on the other hand, was holding back laughter.
"Shut up, jerk. I don't like your game," I said curtly.
He asked, "Do I look like I'm playing around?" I rolled my eyes at him.
"Well, how should I know? Fine, I'm going to sleep now."
I was about to walk away when he suddenly pulled me, pinning me against the kitchen door. I was shocked when he kissed me. My eyes widened.
It wasn't the first time; it was the second time: once when we got married and now.
He reached behind my neck and pressed our lips together harder.
No, no, this can't be-I was about to push him away, but then he slipped his hand inside my t-shirt in one swift motion, and I froze.
I broke free instantly, breathless, and without looking at him.
"Why?" he demanded, his voice hoarse.
"I'm not ready yet. Sorry." I ran upstairs to my room and locked the door.
I sat down on the edge of the bed. Does he really want us to have a baby that badly, or does he just want to because his parents want a grandchild? Hayst…
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