try begging
"You still haven't kissed Grace. You've been timid since then."
Intermittent laughter escaped along with the smoke.
"Listen carefully. If you hesitate, you'll lose everything to a guy like me."
Even the first experience.
Leon asked, suddenly remembering as his thoughts reached that point.
"What happened to the gift I sent you?"
"...gift?"
"I sent it to Fred Wilkins."
At that moment, Jimmy's expression changed. It was as if he was suppressing disgust.
"I see you remembered now. So, I asked you what you did."
"... I burned it."
"You dare to take away the evidence of our wilderness?"
I glared at my opponent, who had turned pale in an instant, as if I was going to kill him, but in reality, I felt relieved.
It's fortunate that all traces of the mistake have disappeared.
If only I could burn away every trace that's deeply embedded in that woman's mind.
"They say you never forget your first time. Even if you want to forget tonight, I will do my best to make it an unforgettable memory for the rest of your life."
Why did I say that? That night eventually became a memory that even he wanted to forget, but could never forget for the rest of his life.
The woman's cheeks had turned pale, as tears and semen had dried on them. Leon recalled what the woman had said, begging him not to send her blood- and semen-soaked underwear to his fiancée.
"What on earth do you hope to gain by trampling on me like that?"
My pride was trampled.
That's how I gained my pride and lost my first love.
At that time, Leon was blinded by anger and betrayal. He had not yet gotten over his first love, but his first love had forgotten him and promised to marry another man. He also saw him as someone to be used. He mistakenly thought that Blanchard and Grace had conspired to insult him.
The author may not know, but Grace didn't intend to do that, so it was a mistake.
You infiltrated by force.
"I really liked you too."
That's right. You really liked me.
It's not 'I like it.' It's 'I liked it.'
Leon had no choice but to blindly cling to those seemingly hopeless words, finding hope in them.
"Hey, I have a question."
Leon, now wiping the cigar into the ashtray with a clump of ash the size of a fingernail, asked a question he had always wondered about.
"Why would Grace get engaged to a guy like you?"
His face turned pale again. Perhaps he was regretting his presumptuous engagement to Grace.
"... I don't know about that either."
"I think I know."
Leon stared into James Blanchard Jr.'s face, one corner of his mouth raised.
Black hair, brown eyes, and an unremarkable, working-class look.
The author looks so different from Leon in every way.
"You said you liked blonde hair, but you chose black hair. You chose black hair because you like blonde hair."
That woman, whether she realized it or not, had clearly chosen that guy because she liked him. Because she wanted to forget him. Because she wanted to escape from that day. Because she wanted to deny her feelings. She had deliberately chosen a man who was the complete opposite of her.
"In the end, Grace couldn't forget me."
Leon leaned toward Jimmy, who was looking away, unable to make out what he meant.
"Actually, what I'm really curious about is why you got engaged to Grace."
The guy was so nervous that he couldn't even answer that simple question.
"Then shall I guess? To put a leash on it and control it easily."
"... That, that's not it."
"Then are you going to tell an obvious lie like, 'I loved you'?"
It was the right answer, as he thought about it. Leon laughed, rubbing his forehead with the hand holding his cigar.
"Love? That's incredible. Should I look up the definition of love in the dictionary and read it to you?"
He didn't pride himself on knowing much about love, but he knew that when you love someone, you want to do the best for them.
"Did you make me live in a cramped, moldy old boarding house because you loved me?"
"that...."
"I guess you called it an engagement ring, something worthless compared to the toy ring you get when you buy candy because you love someone?"
Leon gritted his teeth and laughed, just like when he had found a ring with Grace's name engraved on it in the author's house.
"Because luxury is harmful."
"Yes, but buying a luxury yacht is not a luxury."
"I just kept it in case I needed to escape in an emergency."
And that's what Grace used when she escaped. It was a mouth-watering moment for both men.
"That's a good excuse. There are already ten cabinets full of evidence of your concubine, and yet you still believe yourself to be frugal and honest."
"I lived for a cause."
After that, Jimmy kept making excuses while watching his reaction.
"I didn't want to sacrifice that guy either... But if I were there... ."
That seat? Oh, you mean the seat of the Scarecrow King?
The author was just a puppet king of those vile rats. You could tell that just by looking at the author's depressed attitude when he gathered the leaders at the execution ground. Little Jimmy looked at Leon's face as well as the other executives.
Little Jimmy. It was clear that he regarded him as a servant rather than a boss, judging by the fact that he called his leader by a nickname that only a child would give him.
Leon, bored with the scarecrow's excuses, chimed in, stubbing out his cigar.
"Your position, your duty, your honor, those things come first, and yet you love love."
"... ... ."
"How can it be love if you throw away that woman when it was time to throw away what you had? A coward like you is not worthy of something like love."
The bastard gritted his teeth and muttered, as if the word coward had touched his petty pride.
"What makes you different?"
"Well, we'll see."
As he reached out with the lit end of his cigar pointed downward, the man flinched and cowered in fear. Leon laughed and crushed the cigar in the ashtray.
"Oh, unfortunately you won't be able to see it. You won't be alive until then."
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The cramped elevator shook violently and began to ascend. The scenery passing by beyond the lattice doors was the same apartment hallway I saw every day.
Grace let out a deep sigh. It was a sigh of relief, regret, or perhaps both.
Eventually, when I called Norman home, he made up an excuse that his child was sick and ran out of the hotel room. I guess he knew it was a lie.
I'll never ask you out on a date again.
But why is that so liberating?
I felt sorry for Norman because I was the one who suggested the meal and the night together and then acted like I was the one who was dragged in by force.
Should I apologize properly tomorrow?
Grace didn't know how to deal with this, since she had never seen anything like it before. She knew that she would have to see it more often at work, and it was going to be awkward.
Why did I do that?
I shouldn't do something so impulsive again. I should have made Ellie a nice dinner instead.
As I got off the elevator with regret, my daughter's face flashed before my eyes all the way to my house.
"Ellie, mommy's here!"
Grace opened the door with her key and shouted as she went in. But there was no welcoming ceremony as she had expected.
Ellie, who was sitting on the living room sofa playing with Lucy, an 18-year-old girl who lives next door, glanced at Grace and turned her back to her. She was usually the type of child who would run to her and hug her, shouting, "Mommy, come!" But today, she didn't even pretend to see her.
It's really solid.
When leaving her with someone else, I would tell Ellie at least a day in advance. But this time, it seemed like Lucy had gone to pick her up at the daycare without telling her in advance.
Grace greeted Lucy and then approached Ellie and asked.
"Daughter, have you eaten dinner?"
"no."
Lucy waved her hand in surprise as Ellie still turned her back and responded curtly.
"No. I fed you right after I brought you home from daycare. Why are you lying when you're eating so well?"
Grace put a hand on Lucy's shoulder, who was fidgeting, afraid of being misunderstood, and nodded with a smile. It meant that she knew everything.
Grace put a hand on Lucy's shoulder, who was fidgeting, afraid of being misunderstood, and nodded with a smile. It meant that she knew everything.
Grace knew better than anyone that Ellie was a cheerful girl when she was alone, but she became a spoiled brat in front of her mother. Even now, she was just being upset and spoiled by her mother who came home late, leaving her behind.
Just as Lucy had said, they had been playing with dolls together all evening, and toys were scattered all over the sofa and carpet. Grace took out a reward from her purse and said thank you for your hard work. When Lucy left, she sat down next to Ellie without even taking off her coat.
"Ellie, did you miss your mom? I missed you so much, too."
"Smells good."
When I hugged her, the child pushed Grace away and said this.
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