Flowers Are Bait Chapter 255:

I'm back!

After wrapping up her week in the hospital, Lee-yeon yelled as she threw the front door open wide.

Though the garden usually turns chaotic fast without care, Choo-ja must have tended to it while she was away—it appeared neat and pristine.

Coming back home after roughly forty days, the place didn't seem desolate or chilly, owing to Kwon Chae-woo's sturdy grip and cozy hug. Yet, he still wore a dissatisfied look.

What's bothering you?

I've had this thought nagging me all week.

Still on that?

As Lee-yeon's hand slackened, Chae-woo seized it tightly.

They had settled on marking just the box that set the marriage certificate to carry his mother's surname in the end.

Each time Chae-woo glanced at the framed document on the side table, he'd pull a face like his back was aching. At times he'd wince, other moments he'd heave sighs, and one day he even pulled out a knife to carve apples non-stop until exhaustion hit.

Observing this man experience mood swings wilder than a woman expecting, Lee-yeon abruptly sensed the heft of the blade in her grasp.

Going forward, Chae-woo would battle this endless craving, holding back his irritation, soothing softly, and issuing threats in a steady tone.

Yet even during outbursts, he'd hold out one more time at the critical juncture. Seeing his tormented form, a breath escaped her lips almost like a chuckle.

It looks like Mr. Chae-woo keeps overlooking

Overlooking what?

Whose baby do you suppose I'm bearing right now?

Kwon Chae-woo picked up on her tender hint, but his expression grew even tauter.

It's not as if you're bearing .

What?

So that doesn't put my mind at ease.

.

While our baby holds immense value, I'd perish without you. A child could be raised by others, but I—if it's not you

Lee-yeon simply stared at him in astonishment, and the man let out a sigh.

I'm merely saying, love me even more.

Though it was typical Kwon Chae-woo rambling in complaint, her ears burned hot this day.

Lee-yeon whipped her head away, startled by the man's gaze brimming with endless yearning.

Suddenly, two big hands framed her face, his eyes pinning hers in place. Her head, which had snapped back in shock, got held steady.

I'm not satisfied, and I won't yield. He declared firmly.

Is that the case?

I figured the proposal itself was the issue.

What?

Kwon Chae-woo masked his unease and brought his lips down to hers. He nipped her upper lip and slipped his tongue through the opening, gliding along her teeth.

His tongue's tip moved deliberately slow, caressing her tender inner softness in a tantalizing manner. Her lips yielded willingly, their warm flesh blending as though it were their initial encounter.

Kwon Chae-woo observed Lee-yeon's lids drift closed and drew her tongue in deeper with intense suction. Wherever his tongue ventured, the plush, heated, confined space of her mouth ignited his urge to go beyond mere kissing.

Lee-yeon's soft groan of arousal shot straight to the top of Kwon Chae-woo's skull, prompting him to plunge his tongue more forcefully inside.

Deep down, Kwon Chae-woo couldn't shake his unease over Lee-yeon's marriage reluctance.

This straightforward realization was pushing him to the brink. She might not have grasped it herself, but she was undoubtedly wavering until the Hwaidome ends matter resolved..

Though he yearned to bide his time for that, Kwon Chae-woo realized it would drag on forever.

Be it now or earlier, Kwon Chae-woo had turned into a hound teetering on the edge, alternating between fierce pursuit and yielding restraint.

The erratic anticipation, the uneasy sensation of drifting solo. Abruptly, Kwon Chae-woo twisted his head and nipped at her full cheek. Drool and bite impressions stood out starkly on her fair, fragile skin.

Lee-yeon, taken aback, gazed at him as if questioning, What on earth are you up to?

But prior to any words from her, their mouths connected once more. With eyes clashing in blazing intensity, Lee-yeon found herself frozen, unable to budge.

Lips were consumed, tongues entwined. Should she retreat a step, Kwon Chae-woo advanced in tandem.

He held her close, coaxing her mouth apart. He delved into her sensitive depths with a languid, seductive pace.

She clung to him with such fervor.

Ugh, ah.

Kwon Chae-woo stroked Lee-yeon's lower back amid her gasps ringing in his ears. Yet when she started panting for breath, he released her seemingly fused form.

Lee-yeon wore a stunned look, and Kwon Chae-woo knitted his brows at her cheeks flushed scarlet, on the verge of exploding. Stubborn as he was, he knew the limits.

To hide his melancholy, he nonchalantly rubbed his face.

Overlooking the pulsing heat below, he shifted topics on purpose.

Lee-yeon, I don't recall seeing this— what's that?

He gestured toward a modest mound rising near the tree. Still, his voice, laced with lingering fervor, trembled faintly. Lee-yeon scratched her head, glancing aside.

Um, that's Chae-woo's grave.

The man's face underwent a total transformation, a sight worth witnessing.