Redo of a Romanceless Author’s Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth Chapter 81

Chapter 81. Irene. (6/7)

“It’s as I suspected, Ran. You live alone after all. Where are your parents? Did you run away from ho? Are you squatting here or sothing?”

“No, I do live here. I pay rent by myself and everything.”

“Your parents?”

“One dead mother at 12, the other abandoned at birth.”

“I… see… so it was sothing like that.”

“Now that your curiosity has been satiated, can you please leave?”

“The eyes you looked at outside with… they weren’t the sort of eyes a child at your age should have.”

“Well, sorry for being born with such eyes.”

“They’re the sa sort of eyes I see when I look in a mirror. We’re honestly... not that different… you and I.” She made such a claim.

“...” I remained silent, unsure of what she expected to say.

“We both have the eyes of irreparably damaged goods. Maybe that’s why I’m fond of you and feel closer to you than the others I see on a daily basis.”

“Haaaah.” I let out a sigh.

“I t my husband Alexander while working as a hostess when I was only 16. I was lying about my age and pretending to be older than I really was back then so I could work there. It’s my second job I still do to this day. One where we serve patrons drinks and chat with them. We only listen to their problems, we don’t provide any sketch services. But all sorts of people co in. So to talk, others to ogle and look at won with lecherous gazes to their heart's content.”

“One day I t him as a patron I attended to. He fell in love at first sight and proposed to on the spot. I naturally coldly rejected him right away, but he was persistent and continued to pursue every single day for three months straight. Eventually, his persistence and devotion got through to . He reached my heart.”

“We ended up together and got married. He was three years older than . I was only at the tender age of sixteen when I got pregnant with Alicia. My beloved daughter whom I love to death to this day. I had my precious son when I was nineteen. Alexander was a loving good father, but his life was cut short in a car accident on a snowy night exactly like this two years ago. When I received the call, I was devastated. Broken-hearted and destroyed. I sunk into a dark world. I despaired.”

“I mourned over his death for a long ti. I cried and cried in secret, in complete silence, without letting out a single sob. Breaking down further with each passing day. But I couldn’t stop moving forward. I had two children to raise. I didn’t want to move from the ho Alexander and I lived together, so I started working three jobs to be able to afford our ho and raise our two children. For my children, I will do anything. They are the only things left for to love in this world.”

I don’t know why she was telling all this. I had nothing to do with any of this.

“The happiness of my children is the only happiness I have left.”

Was she just here to flaunt her happiness in my face? I don’t get it.

“But in the end, even when I have them, even if I put up an act, it doesn’t change the fact that I am broken. Just the sa way you are.”

“So what? What was the point in telling all this?”

“There was no point. I just felt like opening up and telling you.”

“What? You expect to do the sa?”

“No. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. I don’t expect anything.”

“Haaaaah. I really don’t understand you at all.” I let out a sigh and told her that.

“Hey, you’ve been having thoughts of breaking up with your girlfriend, haven’t you?”

“Am I that easy to read?”

“No, it was just won's intuition.”

“I really hate that cursed thing with a passion.”

“Haha, I’m sure you do.”

“Why did you suddenly bring that topic up of a sudden though?”

“Well, you’re looking for a reason to break up, but you don’t have one, right?”

“That is… true. If I try to break up, I'd want to give her a proper reason for doing so.”

“I can help provide you with a reason, but I’ll want sothing in exchange.”

“Sothing in exchange? What exactly?”

“I’d like for you to spend the rest of winter break together with my family and Rosa at my place. If you do so, you’ll be able to break up with Rosa with minimal difficulty.”

“How exactly?”

“You’ll only find out if you co over.”

“I see.”

“So, would you be a good boy and follow ho?”

“Fine. If it will let bring an end to this little ga of house.”

She led by the hand back to where her car was parked. She brought back to her place where I was confronted by Alicia and Rosa again. They seed to be doing just fine.

There was a warm al waiting for us when we arrived. Everybody ate together while chatting happily among themselves while I maintained my silence. The four of them looked like a happy family. Two sisters, a younger brother, and their mother. As for , I couldn’t see myself as part of that happy family. It was a foreign sight to .

I was given the free room to use for myself while Rosa slept together with Alicia in her room. As soon as I hit the bed, I fell asleep. In the end, I hadn’t figured out what Irene ant and it seed she wouldn’t tell anyti soon with the aloof way she’d acted when we arrived. She’d kept her distance from the entire ti.

Won were impossible to understand. One mont they were friendly with you, the next they were cold.

...

It only happened when it was the middle of the night when everyone had already gone to bed. I heard a light knock on my door which woke from my slumber.

When I stood up and unlocked it, I was greeted by Irene. She had a short skirt on and a silk top that revealed quite a bit of her skin.

“Do you mind if I co in?” She said with a strangely alluring smile. Completely different from the way she’d acted when we arrived at her place together.

“Uh… sure… but should you really be paying a visit to at such a late hour? Doesn’t this look kind of bad?”

“Oh? Does it? Don’t you think it looks bad for my daughter and your girlfriend to spend the entire night out together with you? You seem to be doing a bit better than you were before after sleeping it off a bit.”

“Sorry.” It was an apology for both things.

“You know, I still haven’t completely forgiven you for that. I was worried to death.” That? Which one? Her daughter or my grouchy mood?

“Again, I sincerely apologize.” Like she’d said, my head had cooled down a bit by now after having slept off the rut I’d been in. My mood yesterday may have in part been due to being tired. It was just one of those days where you felt like shit.

“Hmm, that’s really not going to cut it, a simple apology that is.”

“A simple apology?” I raised a brow and clarified, “you an there’s a way that you’ll forgive ?”

“Hmm… there might be.”

She raised her dainty hand and stroked the side of my cheek.

“How exactly?”

“Well… how about you help relieve so pent-up stress I built up from worrying about my daughter all night yesterday. It will take sothing major for to forgive you.” She looked at in a suggestive manner.

“Pent up stress? Uh… how exactly?” Sothing inside stirred seeing this woman at this late hour. She was a truly experienced vixen, a hostess, one that knew exactly how to rile a man up with a single glance. At so point, she’d found a way to sneak into my heart without even being aware of it. Had it been a result of the story she told about her husband? Did I feel a sort of connection to her now after she opened up to ?

“Well… let’s see, how indeed?”