Her Husband Claims He Has No Function For Love Yet His Pulse Races Around Her Chapter 04

Her Husband Claims He Has No Function For Love Yet His Pulse Races Around Her Chapter 04

The OP clearly lost his cool, yet he still put on a tough front. 

Freya, who loved nothing more than stirring up drama, typed 

a comment below: 

[It means you’re freaking out and crying.] 

[Here’s what you do, bro. You’ve got all these physical 

advantages, right? Just grab your wife, drag her home, and 

hit her with some good old–fashioned forced love. She won’t 

be able to leave you after that.] 

[You know what forced love is, yeah? Oh wait, you don’t have 

the love function. Too bad.] 

The commenters piled on, calling her absolutely wicked. 

Then came more terrible advice: 

[Forced love is so last season, bro. Seduction’s the move 

now. Just flash those eight–pack abs. If your wife can resist 

that, is she even a woman?!] 

[What the hell, can you guys be serious for once? The future 

of Earth–alien diplomacy is riding on us. Here’s the plan: just 

copy the childhood friend dude. Whatever he does, you do. 

Become the replacement.] 

[I’m still voting for forced love. That’s the good stuff. No 

love? Pure force works just fine, teehee.] 

The OP: [I understand. Thank you.] 

After that one line, the OP went dark. 

I got worried. “What if he actually listened to you? What if he 

tries to ‘force love‘ on his wife out in public?” 

“No way.” 

“It’s totally possible. He doesn’t understand human emotions 

at all. He’s an alien–he’d absolutely do something like forcing his wife in public…” 

The words were barely out of my mouth when Rowan appeared from nowhere and cut me off. 

“Audrey.” 

He stood right in front of me, looking down at me. 

The emotion in his eyes was unreadable. 

“What are you doing here? Are you feeling better?” 

I was caught completely off guard. 

Rowan stood rigid, his gaze flicking over Freya before he 

gave a robotic “Mm,” with zero affect. 

I always talked to Freya about him. 

But Rowan–he hadn’t seen Freya once since the wedding. 

Worried he’d be awkward, I stepped in. “This is Freya. She 

was a bridesmaid at our wedding. Not sure if you 

remember.” 

“Yes. I remember.” 

Rowan was as flat as ever. 

In the noisy mall, our little square foot of air went weirdly 

still. 

Freya broke the silence first, throwing out a polite invite. 

“What a coincidence, running into you here. Do you have 

dinner plans? We’re about to get fondue. Want to join?” 

She knew Rowan wasn’t a social guy. He barely even went to 

office gatherings. She was just being polite. 

I knew it too. 

But Rowan today was nothing like his usual self. 

He actually said, “Okay.” 

Freya shot me a look, eyes wide with a silent question: [Your 

husband suddenly learned how to be human?!] 

I pulled a face. [Who knows.] 

But the words were out there. Freya had no choice but to 

swallow her tears and drag this quiet, brooding man along. 

We settled in at the fondue restaurant. 

And immediately steered the conversation back to daily 

small talk. 

“…I mean, tell me my coworker isn’t the most annoying 

person alive?” 

Freya sat next to me and chugged some sparkling orange. 

juice, fired up. 

I was about to chime in when Rowan, sitting across from us, 

suddenly spoke. 

“Yes.” 

Freya and I stared at each other. 

Rowan didn’t seem to notice and kept going. 

“I have a coworker like that too. Always dumps his work on 

other people. I tell him no.” 

“Oh… so how exactly do you say no?” 

Freya threw out a casual reply, then sneakily pulled out her 

phone under the table and messaged me: 

[Something’s wrong with your man… Is he possessed?!] 

[I don’t know either…] 

“I say, no.” 

Rowan’s tone had zero inflection. 

Freya looked up and let out a helpless laugh, like she’d just 

heard the world’s driest joke. 

“Well, you’ve got guts.” 

“Mm.” 

Rowan answered every question asked of him. What he 

answered with was another story. 

Freya had zero clue how to deal with this creature. She 

pivoted, dropping a slice of steak into my bowl. Changing the subject. “This is done. Eat up.” 

I dipped it in sauce and ate. 

Then I threw my arms around Freya and planted a loud kiss on her cheek. 

“Thanks, baby. So good. Mwah.” 

“Ew. You got sauce all over me. Gross.” 

Freya shoved me off, pretending to wipe her face in disgust. 

The mood finally loosened up. 

I seized the moment. Grinning, I said, “Alright, all the food’s here. Rowan, dig in.” 

Rowan made an “Mm” sound, paused, and picked up a slice of steak. 

Then that slice of steak landed in my bowl. 

I blinked, a little confused. Out of habit, I said, “Thanks.” 

Rowan stared straight at me. 

His stare made my skin crawl. I ducked my head, dipped the steak, and stuffed the whole thing in my mouth. Chewing 

hard. “Good.” 

Rowan kept staring. 

I could feel it burning into my back. 

Then, flatly. “You forgot ‘baby.”” 

Beside me, Freya inhaled pepper flakes and choked so hard 

she teared up. 

I shoved her sparkling orange juice toward her fast. 

Rowan waited silently. 

Knowing there was no escape, I gritted my teeth and forced 

out, very quietly: 

“Thanks, baby.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

Rowan answered. Still didn’t look away. 

Freya recovered and sat there enjoying the show. She tapped her own cheek with her index finger, grinning. 

I felt my face getting so hot it could’ve melted the fondue. 

“Uh… It’s… awkward here. I’ll make it up to you at home.” 

“Okay.” 

Rowan finally lowered his gaze and started eating.