Chapter 2

Johnson stood at the door, rain dripping down his pants, his eyes like a lost puppy.

Those words from the comments were still floating in front of me.

"Villainess," "billionaire heir," "liar," "pregnant," "taken care of," "child abused."

My legs felt a little weak.

Normally, I would have snatched the cake, cursed him a few more times for being a "good-for-nothing," then devoured it all and made him sleep on the couch.

But today, I didn't dare.

I took a deep breath, my voice a bit dry. "You... go change your wet clothes first."

Johnson clearly froze. He probably thought I'd keep yelling at him.

He nervously held out the strawberry cake. "I didn't mean not to comfort you earlier. I just wanted to unload more goods, earn enough money to buy you the cake..."

The man was drenched, his old clothes clinging to his strong chest and abs.

I looked at his hands, which were pale and wrinkled from the rain. A chill went down my spine.

For the past year, I had constantly yelled at and berated him, and he had never talked back.

"I said, go change your clothes first!"

I turned my face away, my voice tight.

Johnson lowered his eyes. "Okay, I'll go right away."

He put down the cake and fumbled for dry clothes.

While he was in the bathroom, I stared at the cake on the table, tears almost falling.

The comments said I was pregnant, then I'd be clingy and refusing to let go, and finally, the original female lead would get rid of me, and my child would be abused.

If I wasn't pregnant, it would be fine, but what if I really was...

[Is this villainess finally scared? Too late!]

[Honestly, it's too late for her to act nice now, the female lead is already on her way.]

[Poor male lead, he's been yelled at for so long.]

I bit my lip, forcing the tears back.

Johnson came out in dry clothes, saw me staring blankly at the cake, and cautiously said, "Want me to feed you?"

I grabbed the cake. "Come on, let's return it."

"Huh?" He was confused.

"It's too expensive. How many shifts would you have to work for this? Let's return it."

I pulled him and started walking out.

Johnson was dragged along, his face full of disbelief. "You... aren't you the one who wanted strawberry cake the most?"

"Not anymore." I didn't dare look at him.

After returning the cake, I took the $199 and stuffed it into his pocket. "For rent."

Johnson stood there. The rain had slowed to a drizzle. He just looked at me, his eyes holding an indescribable light, a mix of surprise and heartache.

"Simmons, are you... on your period?" he asked tentatively.

"No!" I almost cursed again, but bit it back. "Let's go home."

Our rental apartment only had one bed.

That night, I curled up on the very edge, my back to him.

Johnson got into bed after his shower. After a long silence, he suddenly said in a low voice, "I'm really tired today... can we not try anything fancy?"

My body stiffened.

"Try anything fancy" was his euphemism.

Normally, if I was in a good mood, I'd make him work hard in bed. He never refused, even if he'd worked his butt off all day and his back was aching.

But now, the comments said I was pregnant.

I instinctively covered my lower belly, my mind a mess.

"Uh... let's just sleep." My voice was muffled.

It was quiet for a few seconds behind me. Johnson softly said, "Oh," his tone tinged with disappointment and confusion.

[Why is the male lead disappointed? We don't approve!]

[The male lead is only being good to the villainess because he was tricked. Once he regains his memory, he'll know she lied to him.]

[Female lead, Moore, hurry up!]

I buried my face in the pillow.