Min-jae barely managed a nod, feeling the room tilt around him.
The delicious aroma that should have been inviting now clawed at his stomach. His vision blurred for a moment, and he swayed, gripping the chair tightly.
Meical quickly fetched a bowl from a nearby side table and positioned it in front of him.
"Here. Lean over. Let it out."
Min-jae did as instructed, gagging softly, the food abandoned completely.
His body shivered from the sudden illness, and he felt a flush rise to his cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from the physical shock.
Meical's hand rested lightly on his back, steadying him. "It's alright. You just need a moment. It's normal—your body is adjusting.
Min-jae sighed, he didn't think pregnancy was this stressful.
How the hell did women survive this.
"I think I want to lay down again.."
Before Min-jae could even ask Meical to lead him to the room. Meical had already bent down and scooped him into his arms.
