Kiss the Scumbag-Chapter 16

The sweet scent spreading faintly in the air made the crease between his brows deepen even further.

"Others noticed too, you know."

The pheromones had been that thick, yet Yujin hadn’t reacted at all.

It was as if he had made up his mind never to respond to Winston’s pheromones, no matter what.

Recalling that, Winston’s mood darkened even more.

Father was now buried deep in the ground.

Digging up the grave for a DNA test was absurd.

Instead, he chose another way.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

The moment the other party answered, he went straight to the point without any greeting.

"Find out Yujin’s child’s birthdate."

"Understood."

Ending the call right after hearing the response, Winston fell into silence again.

I won’t let it go your way.

He rested one arm on the armrest, placing his thumb against his chin while stroking his lower lip slowly with his index finger.

The sun had long since set, and the drawing room was sinking into darkness, yet he didn’t move an inch. He simply sat there, lost in deep thought.

How can he be so cold?

Yujin bit his thumbnail anxiously as he paced the room.

Even after hearing something so shocking, Winston hadn’t even flinched.

He seemed like a bloodless, tearless monster.

Even though several hours had passed since he returned to his room, the sight of Winston from the study clung to his mind like a curse.

No matter how much he shook his head, it refused to leave.

Winston Campbell has nothing to do with my life anymore.

That’s what he had thought until he came back here.

So how did things turn out like this?

The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed.

Just what was Harold thinking, leaving behind such a will?

And you say you loved me? That you were sorry?

If so, he shouldn’t have written a will like that.

He couldn't understand Harold’s intentions.

If he truly loved Yujin and wanted to apologize, he could’ve just given him cash.

Simple and clean.

Instead, he dropped a bomb like this.

At that moment, Lady Camellia’s proposal came back to mind and filled him with regret.

I should’ve just taken the money and left forever back then.

But it was too late.

He had already heard the will, and there was no turning back.

If he didn’t marry Winston, he wouldn’t get a single penny.

Everything he endured to come this far would be for nothing, and he and Angela would end up out on the streets.

It’s not like he was expecting a huge amount either.

Not that much at all.

Just enough to cover maybe three months of rent.

Thinking about the time he once relied on Harold as a father figure only made it more sorrowful and bitter.

Harold, how could you be so cruel to me until the very end?

He couldn’t believe it.

That Harold betrayed him again.

Why did you hate me so much?

Saying I love you — how laughable.

If he truly loved him, he wouldn’t have done something like this.

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"Daddy, Daddy."

The tears that had welled up were hurriedly wiped away when Angela called out.

Turning a beat late, Yujin saw his daughter’s worried face right in front of him.

He realized his mistake instantly.

Forcing a smile, he bent down quickly.

"Yes, Angie. I’m sorry, did Daddy scare you?"

Kneeling and looking into her eyes, he asked softly.

Angela hesitated briefly before hugging him tightly around the neck.

Yujin, hugging her small body tightly in return, heard Angela ask.

"Daddy, what’s wrong? Was our name not in the will?"

Sometimes he worried she watched too much TV when he was busy with work.

Even now, her overly knowledgeable question made him sigh and answer.

"No, it was. They’re giving us money too."

It wasn’t exactly a lie.

Though he hadn’t told her everything.

Angela, quick-witted as always, pulled back and asked with confusion.

"Then why do you look upset?"

Yujin hesitated for a moment, carefully picking his words.

"There’s a condition. I’m thinking about how to solve it."

"Is it hard?"

"Mm... a little?"

A little wasn’t even close.

It was downright impossible.

Marrying Winston and having his child?

It would’ve been better if Harold had simply said, I’m giving you nothing.

Feeling hopeless again, Yujin heard Angela speak brightly.

"Daddy, don’t worry. # Nоvеlight # I’ll help you."

Help? How?

This wasn’t something anyone but him could resolve.

But her innocent heart was so touching that Yujin couldn’t help but hug her tightly again.

"Thank you, Angie. That really makes me feel better."

Angela hugged him back and rested her head on his shoulder.

It was just the two of them in the world. Always had been, always would be.

Winston will come up with something.

The fact that he had to rely on that man was almost laughable, but there was no other way.

Yujin had seen it for himself.

How Winston openly threw insults and scorned him without hesitation.

Knowing how much Winston despised him was what gave him hope.

There was no way that man would quietly obey such a ridiculous will either.

All Yujin could do was wait for Winston to make his move.

Two days later, after an early dinner and finishing a bath with Angela, Yujin was reading her a book when there was a sudden knock.

For a brief moment, Winston’s face flashed through his mind.

Not long ago — just thirty minutes earlier — he had seen Winston’s car return through the window.

The timing was unexpected, but who else would knock on their door at this hour?

He quickly composed his expression and opened the door.

As expected, a maid stood there.

"Mr. Campbell is asking for you."

Finally.

Yujin took a deep breath and turned to Angela.

"I’ll be back, Angie."

"Okay, Daddy. Do your best!"

Angela pumped her small fist in the air.

Yujin smiled brightly, kissed her cheek, and stepped out.

The moment the door closed, the maid began walking ahead, and Yujin followed silently, trying to calm his pounding heart.

He had expected this.

But facing it now, he couldn’t help but feel nervous.

He wasn’t ready. Not emotionally.

Wasn’t this inevitable?

Reluctantly, he admitted it.

Maybe he would never be truly ready.

If possible, he wanted to run away right now, holding Angela tightly and leaving this mansion far behind.

Of course, that was impossible.

I’ll accept the proposal this time.

Refusing Lady Camellia’s envelope had been foolish.

But it was fine. He just needed to avoid repeating that mistake.

If the end is good, all is good.

He repeated the words he always told himself and made up his mind.

He would obey whatever Winston said.

He wasn’t stupid enough to make the same mistake again.

After all, he had made more than enough stupid mistakes already.

Lost in thought, he soon arrived at the study — the same place where the will had been revealed.

The maid knocked mechanically, waited, then opened the door and stepped aside.

Yujin took a deep breath and stepped inside.

His footsteps echoed unusually loud.

After a few steps, he stopped.

Their eyes met.

The man standing there was towering, easily over two meters tall, leaning casually against the massive wooden desk.

He wasn’t wearing a jacket, only a vest that barely contained his broad chest.

Still massive and muscular.

Still overwhelming.

The room, spacious enough for nearly ten people to sit apart comfortably, suddenly felt oppressively small.

As Yujin recalled that Winston had once been the captain of his high school football team, the door behind him closed quietly.

And now, they were alone in the study.