"HYUNG, here's the breakfast you requested."
Oh.
Sohee's stomach growled as soon as Kim Heedo brought his breakfast to bed: strawberry sandwich and a glass of strawberry matcha latte.
Yes, his husband brought his breakfast into the bedroom.
I'm too embarrassed to join my friends in the dining room since they'll know that I cried.
Sohee's eyes were still red and puffy, after all.
I don't want my friends to think that Heedo hurt me.
Well, he was hurt.
But it was because he jumped to a weird conclusion instead of talking to Kim Heedo first.
"Thank you, Heedo-ya."
"You're welcome, Hyung. But are you sure that's enough breakfast for you?" Kim Heedo asked worriedly. "You're not feeling sick, are you?"
"No, I'm feeling well, actually," Sohee assured Kim Heedo. "In fact, every time I have morning sickness, I can't eat breakfast. So, the fact that I craved this strawberry sandwich is proof that I'm feeling better now than I did the past few days."
