The Dead Villainess Had A Child With The Male Lead

Chapter 55 It’s Not Just Good

For a moment, Veronia’s heart sank.

That was right. She had a home to return to. She had a child and a family waiting for her.

‘I could have… never come home, I could have never seen Jediel again, I could have… my Jediel!’

A chill ran down her spine as the horrific imagery raced through her body, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Hmphhh… I’m a bad mum, forgetting my Jediel in that moment!”

She couldn’t bear to feel sorry for herself. She was devastated.

“Oh my God, how, how could I have forgotten him. My Jediel…! Huhuhu…”

The tears, hot as fireballs, wouldn’t stop rolling down her face. She felt unworthy of being a mother. She felt ridiculous and stupid.

“Hmphhh… huhuhuu!”

Veronia’s sudden outburst of sobbing embarrassed Killion. He wondered if he had made her cry.

‘You made her… cry!’

He was so worried that he had only said one thing, and it made her feel bad.

“…Nia, don’t cry.”

Kilion, who was now at her side, pulled her into a hug and patted her back. Her body shuddered against his palm.

“Huhuhuu! Hmphhh…”

The tears showed no sign of stopping. Veronia sobbed and sobbed in his broad arms.

“Nia, you’re not a bad mum, you can’t be.”

“…”

Killion soothed her softly as he stroked the small of her back. He spoke slowly, hoping his words would reach her.

“You’re the only mother he’ll ever have, and I’m sure you’re a loving and caring one.”

“…”

“The reason I said it that way… was because of me, because I was so worried about you going into the water to save a drowning child that I thought you might do something wrong.”

Veronia’s sobbing subsided at Killion’s heartfelt confession, and she lifted her head to look up at him.

“…Nia, I didn’t say that because of you, I said it because of me. I’m sorry, so you don’t have to beat yourself up.”

His eyes were moist as he looked down at her, and the look in them was so plaintive that Veronia panicked for a moment.

Her heart began to race. A man crying because of her was unfamiliar. Or, more precisely, it was unfamiliar and very familiar at the same time.

“But… I hope you’ll be more careful next time, because I don’t want to lose you again.”

It was so much like the look in Killion’s eyes when he’d confessed to her that he was worried about her, that he cared about her, that their kiss and their one night together had bothered him.

‘Why is it now… that I’m remembering that scene, why…’

The past and present intertwined in Veronia’s mind, creating a gale of wind. The gusts of wind made her head spin and turn white. Her chest heaved and swayed in the choppy waters, unable to find its centre.

“…So don’t cry, I’m sorry.”

Killion leaned down and kissed the tear tracks on her cheek. The soft, cool touch touched her skin for a moment, then pulled away.

‘Killion…’

As she repeated his name over and over in her mind, the tears that had stopped flowing started again.

The man’s tenderness was overwhelming, as he said he was worried about losing her. She couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by his honesty as he apologized and told her not to blame herself for what she had said.

The man in front of her was so adorable, she couldn’t stand it. She felt like she was going crazy.

‘I… really think I’m in love with this man.’

When did this feeling… start? Was it the moment she saw him again? Or had it been since she held his hand in the garden in the rain?

‘Maybe… it was when we jumped into the river together, clutching each other? Maybe… it was when we first met at the victory ceremony?’

She didn’t know when, but she did know this. Right now, Veronia was in love with Killion.

Not in love with the leading man of the original novel she had read over and over again in her previous life. She wasn’t in love with her fiancé in a possessed body, a man who was perfect in personality, abilities, face, and home.

She liked the man who was terrified of what might happen to her, the man who apologized uneasily for her tears.

A fake death had separated them, but time had passed, and now they were living in a completely different world, but she loved this man who had risen above it all… and was still sitting beside her.

She loved this man, Killion, who held her and kissed her tears.

‘It’s not just good, I love you.’

She couldn’t bring herself to say the words, which burned hot and thick in her mouth, but she had to hold them in. Once you spit out words, you can’t take them back.

But she had to release these uncontrollable emotions that were brewing like a storm in some way. If she didn’t, she would go crazy. If she stayed still, something in her body would break.

So Veronia brushed her lips over Killion’s. Their soft, smooth skin meshed together.

Killion’s shoulders stiffened for a moment, startled by the suddenness of the kiss. But soon, he had one hand on her cheek, the other gripping the small of her back, and his lips were coveting hers over and over again.

Their lips pressed together, sharing each other’s breath. She could feel the heat and desperation in their breaths. The inhaled breath coursed through their bodies, creating an electrifying current.

The heat of their desire for each other grew hotter and hotter, until finally it turned into a crimson flame. It was so hot, she felt like she would scold herself if she made a mistake. It was a flame that could consume everything, but it was impossible to stop, Veronia thought.

‘This kiss… is dangerous, it’s wrong, but I don’t want it to stop here.’

Veronia gripped Killion’s collar hard. She’d grabbed him to push him away, but now her hands were pulling him closer. She didn’t want to be separated from him.

She didn’t want to be separated from him. She wished she could stay like this forever, kissing him in his arms, the safest place in the world.

She felt like Killion would understand everything.

‘Just now… this day, just this moment, just this moment…’

She wanted him, she wanted him for the present, the only time she could be completely honest with him, between a past shrouded in lies and a future filled with deceit.

Veronia threw her arms around his neck and pulled him close. As if on cue, Killion’s hand, which had been wrapped around the small of her back, began to stiffen.

Their lips, already locked together, parted even more deeply, their hot breaths intertwining even more hotly. They pressed themselves against each other until they were sure they would break.

***

After the ecstatic kiss, Killion was barely conscious; he had no idea how he got into the carriage or when he got home.

When he awoke, he was already in bed, freshly showered.

“Veronia…”

He muttered her name low, replaying the kiss over and over again. His face was red as if it could burst at any moment. So did his heart. It was thumping, beating like crazy.

He wanted her.

He could feel her wanting him, too. There was not the slightest doubt.

For that moment, they were just one man and one woman, forgetting each other’s names and circumstances.

It didn’t matter that Veronia hid her identity, or that I knew her identity.

It was a time when we focused only on expressing our feelings freely, and accepting each other’s feelings without reservation.

“Hahh… Veronia…”

He called her name again.

This time, instead of heat, he felt only a cool breeze. He felt lonely and sad that he was the only one left after the heated kiss.

He wanted to run to her, to take her in his arms, to hold her with him.

He wanted to kneel before her and beg her to accept him, to not abandon him, to not leave him.

But he couldn’t.

He knew that the moment he said those words, she would vanish in a puff of smoke.

“Hahhhh…”

A long sigh of frustration escaped him.

There was another problem.

He wondered if Veronia would find the impulsive, passionate kiss too much to bear, and would avoid him.

Judith’s words at dinner still echoed in his mind.

She hadn’t said it at the time, but her words had certainly left the door open for Veronia to leave the Institute.

“Haahh…”

He felt like he was going to go crazy if he stayed still.

When his mind was racing with thoughts, moving his body was the best way to get rid of them.

Killion immediately rolled out of bed and grabbed his clothes. It looked like he was going to have to spend the night at the training grounds.

***

Veronia was not alone in her inability to sleep. As she lay in bed, her mind was filled with the passionate kiss she had shared with Killion.

‘Why the hell did I do that… I must be crazy!’

Her cheeks were flushed and hot, and she had to keep the duvet only half-covered, but the heat was still coursing through her body and she had to sigh frequently to let it out.

She couldn’t sleep, so she invited Jediel to lie down with her, but it didn’t help. Listening to his steady, even breathing didn’t make her sleepy, but it did make her more alert.

Lying on her back, Veronia studied Jediel’s face, unconsciously searching for the corners that resembled Killion’s.

‘I think it’s the straight, dark eyebrows,’ she thought to herself, ‘and the big nose, and the sharp mouth, and the sharp eyes.’

She didn’t realize it, but upon closer inspection, Jediel looks a lot like Killion.

‘That’s why he caught my eye even though I only saw him briefly at the market.’