Chapter 15 "Embarrassment Game"
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Chadwick stood there like an unmoving tree. He wanted to blame her, to say his thoughts only went in the worst direction because she was acting strange. But the words stayed stuck in his throat, refusing to come out.
He swallowed hard, as if forcing down a thousand tiny stones. Without speaking, he stared at the woman in front of him, watching as she held his belt with her delicate fingers.
“It’s because,” Adira whispered softly, her words slipping carefully from her lips, “it would be difficult to take off your belt while standing. I’m not going to eat you, so relax.”
Eat.
Right.
That was exactly what Chadwick had imagined—her eating him. His what?
With widened eyes and flushed cheeks, he looked back at her as she continued unbuckling his belt. The sight only made his stomach ache even more, like he might burst.
“Okay, I’ve finished unbuckling your belt, ho—”
Pooooooooop!
Chadwick did burst… just in a far more embarrassing way.
Adira slowly lifted her head and met the gaze of the man who had suddenly farted. Since she was lower, the foul, unpleasant smell reached her first.
The odor was so terrible—disgusting and offensive enough to make anyone feel sick, even the one responsible. It was like garbage left uncollected for days.
“Wow,” Adira murmured, quickly covering her nose.
The humiliated man, wanting to disappear into the ground, ran off straight into the bathroom. There, he found another kind of hole—one where he could release everything.
Adira stared at the closed bathroom door.
She had planned to seduce Chadwick, even in that situation, but it ended in something completely ridiculous.
“Gosh… I might cry,” Adira said, laughing as she wiped tears from the corners of her eyes.
It was so funny she was actually crying from laughing too much. Though, the horrible smell definitely helped.
Meanwhile, inside the bathroom, Chadwick sat on the toilet, covering his face while groaning.
He was so frustrated at himself for being that embarrassing.
He was sure Adira would never let this go.
‘Never?’
Since when did he start thinking about being with her forever?
He lowered his hands and paused.
They had only married for business reasons. Someday, they might go their separate ways. Wasn’t that why he tried so hard not to fall into her traps?
‘Didn’t I?’
Thinking about temptation, his mind went back to earlier.
When she was unbuckling his belt… he had imagined inappropriate things.
“Oh God…” Chadwick let out a long sigh.
He was afraid he was already falling into something dangerous. No matter how strong his principles were, he was still a man.
He loved Isa. He still did.
Just being married while holding feelings for another woman—and keeping her close—already made him feel guilty. What more, having those kinds of thoughts about his wife?
‘It’s because I’ve been living with a perverted woman for too long,’ he blamed Adira again.
Ever since that night she ran into the hospital crying, he had been feeling off. And instead of questioning it, he just blamed her.
He found himself wondering about her thoughts now—something he never cared about before.
But then again…
Thinking about all this while sitting on the toilet wasn’t exactly ideal.
So he finished and reached for the tissue beside him.
Empty.
“…There’s no tissue,” he muttered.
Another problem.
He couldn’t just flush and leave without cleaning himself. And he couldn’t sit there forever waiting for tissue to magically appear.
There was only one option left.
Call Adira.
His mouth opened. “A—”
He tried to say her name.
“A—”
But it closed again before he could finish. It happened over and over, until he finally gave up.
Holding back tears, Chadwick bit his lower lip and lowered his head.
Farting was already bad enough.
He couldn’t add another embarrassing moment for her to tease him with.
Just as he was losing hope, his eyes landed on a magazine near the sink.
‘Tissue is paper,’ he thought. ‘And a magazine is paper too.’
Desperate, Chadwick grabbed the magazine and tore out a page, staring at it as his hand trembled.
“You’re the only one who can save me now,” he whispered.
A moment later, he walked out of the bathroom with a strange sense of confidence.
As soon as he stepped out, he saw Adira waiting outside.
Her eyes widened as she looked at him.
“How?” she murmured.
With a proud grin, Chadwick replied, “What?”
“I’m just surprised you came out.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Should I stay in there forever?”
“I mean…” she trailed off, then smirked. “There was no toilet paper. So how exactly did you clean yourself?”
This time, Chadwick’s eyes widened.
She knew?!
“You—you already knew?!” he shouted, his face turning red.
Adira nodded. “I did.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me?! You did that on purpose, didn’t you?!”
He accused her again.
“I’m always the villain in your eyes, huh? Wow.”
At her response, Chadwick pressed his lips together.
He was blaming her again.
“I know you hate me,” Adira said. “But it’s kind of rude to always treat me like I’m the worst person alive.”
Slowly, Chadwick looked away.
Guilt crept in.
She had just helped him with his belt, and he rushed off without giving her a chance to say anything.
Still… knowing how she usually acted, it wasn’t impossible she would’ve done it on purpose.
“Look. I even prepared tissue for you, in case you asked,” Adira said, breaking the silence as she held it up.
Chadwick stared at it, finally finding the courage to speak.
“Sorry,” he said.
“Hm?”
“I’m sorry,” he repeated.
“For what?”
He stomped his foot lightly, like a frustrated kid.
“I don’t know,” he muttered, a soft groan at the end. Then, more quietly, “But it feels like I should say it.”
“Sorry, huh,” Adira repeated. Then she looked at him and said, “You say sorry for things you do by accident. Not for things you keep doing.”
Chadwick tilted his head slightly, meeting her eyes again.
Hadn’t he apologized before… for misunderstanding her over and over?
“Good thing I’m used to it,” she added.
She was so used to him blaming her, cursing her, pushing her away—that an apology didn’t mean much anymore.
And Chadwick hated that.
He really did.
Adira turned to leave, planning to go back to her room. There was no point continuing her teasing now that things had gotten awkward.
Grrrrrrrllll.
She stopped.
Then turned back.
Her eyes landed on Chadwick, whose stomach had just growled loudly.
It was almost like fate was giving them a chance to ease the tension.
Meanwhile, Chadwick clutched his stomach, annoyed at himself. He didn’t understand why everything he did today was so embarrassing.
Was it Friday the 13th?
No. It was May 13th. A Thursday.
“You haven’t eaten anything,” Adira said, walking back toward him. “I’ll make you dinner.”
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