A Taste to Spit Out - Chapter 21
That guy, the butcher, why do you think he doesn’t kill me and instead lets me live? I slowly drilled all those words into my head.
The baby inside my stomach…
Is it because it’s the child of Kang Yeol-jin?
While such thoughts flashed through my mind, suddenly, I felt a rush of Kang Yeol-jin’s pheromones behind me.
“Baby.”
A thick arm wrapped around my shoulder. I could see my name, three letters, etched on that tanned forearm.
His jacket and vest had been thrown off carelessly. He must have lost control of his temper and discarded everything.
Kang Yeol-jin hid me in his embrace. His warm body heat enveloped me. Baby, will, baby, assets, baby.
A rancid smell suddenly surged and invaded my nostrils. I was originally quite sensitive to smells. The foul odor, which I had never encountered before, made me quickly hunch my back like a shrimp.
“Ugh…!”
From inside, a sudden rush of vomit surged up. Unable to hold back the fountain of it shooting up, I vomited everything, including the pale gastric juice.
Ugh, ugh…!
“Baby.”
“Ugh…!”
Ugh, ugh… I spilled all the contents from my stomach onto the floor.
Yeah, I thought it was strange.
The little bastard who tried to kill me, why was he, a beast, imitating human emotions?
There were still things left to hunt.
* * * * *
Yeah, yeah, I knew it.
I knew this would happen.
To think that I truly loved Kang Yeol-jin. Even a passing dog would laugh at that. As I tightly clenched my hand, my nails dug into the soft palm.
I heard a rustling sound and realized there was plastic wrapped around the seat.
“Hee-jae.”
Next to me, Kang Yeol-jin grumbled while gripping the steering wheel tightly. His large hand seemed to wiggle as if it were about to reach out to me at any moment.
The disgusting fishy smell still lingered in the air. My instincts were screaming in rejection of the scent emanating from his entire body.
“Jeong Hee-jae.”
His big fist trembled violently, clenched tightly, like a ferocious beast growling.
“Please don’t make that face.”
What face did I even make? The smell coming from Kang Yeol-jin made my brain feel like it was all jumbled up.
Another wave of vomit surged up. My whole body was rejecting him.
Was it a new car? The unfamiliar smell of rubber lingered, and that rancid smell from him seemed to be stuck to my nasal mucosa.
He’s the one emitting that disgusting smell I’ve never encountered before; there’s no way he could have dared to experience something like love.
“What did that crazy gravekeeper say to you?”
“…Crazy?”
“Yeah, that guy is a lunatic.”
You should believe me; I’m your husband. I am, I am your spouse.
Kang Yeol-jin, babbling with a rather trustworthy face, was utterly repulsive. With that pathetic three-inch tongue of yours…
“The one who’s really lost their mind is you, Kang Yeol-jin.”
You’re the one playing this ridiculous role-play; your head must have really gone off the deep end. Did you think you could actually deceive me? With that hollow shell…
As soon as I got home, I frantically rummaged through the entire house, tearing things apart.
“Baby.”
I pulled out every drawer and haphazardly yanked books from the shelves, checking each one.
Stumbling around, I ended up crawling on all fours, digging through everything in the house.
But there was nothing; it wasn’t here, and it wasn’t there. I couldn’t find any strange traces anywhere.
Yeah, Kang Yeol-jin, you’re a meticulous guy. You must have already cleaned up any odd traces. That means you secretly hid the knife too.
“Why, why are you doing this?”
Sighing, as he tried to embrace me from behind again, I roughly shoved him away.
“Don’t touch my body.”
I spat out the words, breaking them apart.
“There’s a disgusting smell coming from you.”
He flinched, as if his body were nailed to the spot. And the look in his eyes directed at me… it was like a wounded beast.
Why, why are you making that face? You’ve always mocked me for smelling cheap and looking down on my vulgar body.
“Why did you hide the knife?”
