God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem Chapter 538 I'd Like To Be Your Second Chance

Then, after a brief pause, Kafka finally spoke.

But his voice was different...It was softer, more gentle.

There was a quiet, almost reminiscent tone to it, as if the words he was about to say weren't just for her, but for himself as well.

"You know." He said, a faint smile tugging at his lips as his eyes flickered with sothing unreadable. "You're comparing my family to yours, saying I had it better. But at the very least…you had a family from the start, didn't you?"

Bella's eyes lifted slightly, blinking at his sudden shift in tone.

Kafka leaned back against the chair, his gaze drifting slightly, as if looking at sothing far beyond the dining room.

"You had a mother who cared about you, who would do anything in the world for you." He continued, his voice light, almost thoughtful. "No matter what happened, no matter what you went through, at least you had her."

His smile twitched at the edges, and then, with a small chuckle, he added, "But do you know that I didn't even have that much."

Bella's expression shifted instantly...Her heart clenched.

She had heard about his past before. Her mother had told her bits and pieces, though it was always vague, never going into too much detail.

She knew that Kafka's family situation was difficult. She knew that his childhood hadn't been easy. But hearing him speak about it so casually, like it was just so passing joke.

...It stirred sothing inside her.

Kafka's fingers drumd lightly against the table, his smile never faltering, but his eyes—his eyes—held sothing else entirely.

"The truth is my birth mother didn't want ." He said lightly, as if it were the simplest fact in the world. "She thought I was useless and left . Just like that. No hesitation, no second thoughts. Just…threw away without a care in the world."

Bella gulped even though her throat felt dry at the mont.

He said it so easily, so naturally, like it was just so ordinary thing that happened, like it hadn't shaped his entire existence.

"Can you imagine?" He continued, still smiling, though there was sothing deeply unsettling about it now. "What kind of baby gets thrown away like that? A child should be loved, right? Should be cherished, should be wanted."

"...But my own mother looked at and thought, 'Nope. Not worth it.' "

His fingers stilled, his gaze drifting toward his own reflection in the untouched surface of the pasta sauce.

"I always wondered." He mused, tilting his head slightly. "What I did wrong. What was so bad about that even as a helpless newborn, my own mother took one look and decided I wasn't worth keeping."

Bella's chest tightened. Her fingers curled tightly against the fabric of her dress.

His voice wasn't shaking. His expression wasn't breaking. He wasn't crying or showing even an ounce of vulnerability in his posture.

But sothing about the way he said those words—so casual, so empty—made her heart burn.

"Maybe I was so kind of devil." He continued with a small laugh, as if the thought actually amused him. "I an, what other reason could there be, right? A baby wouldn't be abandoned unless it was cursed, unless it was sothing…unnatural."

Bella's eyes trembled. Her throat felt tight, as if sothing was lodged in it, making it impossible to speak.

Kafka still had that damn smile on his face, but now—now she could see through it.

And what she saw hurt.

"And do you know that I actually used to hate myself?" He admitted, his voice quieter now, almost distant. "I'd lie awake at night wondering why I even existed. If my own mother didn't want , then what was the point?"

"...I an, why should I even be alive when my own mother saw no worth in staying in my life?"

The mont those words left his lips, Bella felt sothing deep inside her snap.

'Why should I even be alive?'

The thought of Kafka—this arrogant, smug, infuriatingly confident man—ever thinking of his life as aningless was sothing she couldn't handle.

Her breath stopped, her fingers clenching around the edge of the table, her chest tightening with sothing painful and urgent.

She wanted to interrupt him, to stop him from speaking any further, to tell him he was wrong, that he should have never felt that way, that—

But before she could say anything, Kafka's expression changed.

Suddenly..pletely.

Like a switch had been flipped, that solemn, distant look in his eyes vanished, replaced by sothing else entirely—sothing bright, warm, and filled with so much life that it almost caught her off guard.

A slow smile stretched across his lips, not the usual teasing smirk he always wore, but a genuine one—one that radiated warmth, nostalgia, and sothing achingly joyful.

"But that all changed..." He said, his voice carrying none of the heaviness it held before. "...Because I realized sothing."

Bella blinked, stunned by the shift.

"W-What was it?" She asked hesitantly, her heart still hamring in her chest.

Kafka chuckled, leaning forward slightly, his elbows resting on the table.

"I realized..." He said, his tone laced with an almost childlike amusent. "...that my mother leaving was actually a blessing in disguise."

Bella's eyes widened slightly. Her brows furrowed, confusion flickering across her face.

"A…b-blessing?" She repeated, as if she hadn't heard him right.

Kafka grinned, nodding.

"Of course!" He said easily, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "If she hadn't abandoned , I never would have t my two current mothers—the ones who actually wanted ."

Bella's breath caught. For a mont, she just stared at him, caught between lingering sadness and sothing unexpectedly warm.

Kafka's expression softened even further, his eyes glowing with unfiltered affection.

"Those two..." He continued, his voice quieter now, but in an entirely different way than before—not distant, not hollow, but full of love. "They took in when I had nothing. Raised . Gave a ho. Taught what it actually ant to be cared for....To be loved."

His gaze drifted for a mont, as if lost in mories, his smile gentle, wistful, full of gratitude.

"I got lucky, you know?" He admitted, his fingers lightly tapping against the table. "Because instead of growing up with soone who didn't want , I got to grow up with two won who loved more than I could ever deserve."

Bella's twinkling blue eyes widened. She had seen Kafka smirk, tease, taunt, even mock others countless tis.

But she had never seen him look so sincerely joyful.

It was strange, in a way—how he had been recounting the darkest, most painful part of his life just monts ago, and yet, now…now he was smiling like all of that had been worth it, like every ounce of suffering had led him to sothing precious.

Bella felt her chest tighten again—but this ti, it wasn't from sadness.

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Kafka leaned back slightly, a soft chuckle escaping him as he ran a hand through his hair, his expression light but filled with unmistakable warmth.

"You know..." He began, his voice carrying a quiet certainty. "I wouldn't trade my mothers for anything. Not for money, not for power…not even for a hundred versions of the woman who gave birth to ."

Bella watched him, her lips curling into a small, genuine smile as he spoke. There was sothing truly rare about the way he talked about them.

"They raised ." He continued, his voice growing softer, more reflective. "They shaped into who I am. They made feel wanted. And even when I made mistakes, even when I was at my worst, they still…chose . Every single ti."

His fingers absentmindedly tapped against the table as he exhaled, a small wistful smile playing on his lips.

"I guess that's what real family is, huh? It's not about blood, not about obligation—it's about choice. And they chose to love ."

Bella nodded, listening intently, her heart warming at the clear adoration in his voice. She could tell, this wasn't just gratitude. It was love—pure, unconditional love.

For a while, he just sat there, basking in the mories, his gaze distant but filled with a quiet sort of joy.

And then—

He looked at her.

It was sudden, almost abrupt, the way his eyes flickered toward hers, locking onto them with sothing different this ti.

Bella felt her breath hitch slightly at the hesitation in his gaze, the way his fingers stilled against the table, like he was trying to figure out how to say sothing he wasn't used to saying.

The shift in his deanor was subtle, but noticeable. His usual confidence seed to waver just slightly, replaced by sothing far more uncertain.

And then, finally—

He spoke.

"But, you know…" He started, his voice lower now, almost careful, as if he wasn't sure how she would take his next words. "Even though my past was like that, I…I got a second chance."

Bella frowned slightly, tilting her head in curiosity.

Kafka exhaled softly, his fingers curling slightly on the table, his eyes flickering with sothing vulnerable.

And then, hesitantly, almost shyly, he said,

"And if you're willing to give a chance…"

Bella blinked. He hesitated for a second, his gaze searching hers, and then, in a tone so uncharacteristically gentle that it made her chest tighten, he continued.

"...I-I'd like to be your second chance."

Bella's heart skipped a beat as his words slowly settled into her mind.

Kafka's cheeks also tinged with the faintest shade of pink, and he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed by his own words.

"I an..." He quickly tried to recover, his voice slightly flustered. "I don't want to sound narcissistic or anything, but…I-If you'd let , I'd like to be your second chance."

"...The father you never had, who I promise to cherish with all my heart."