Chapter 395 - KICKING AKIRA (1/2)

Hanae was startled, but she was adaptable. She turned to face the frowning Seiji with a serene expression that did not betray her internal turmoil. She looked composed and relaxed, contrary to her earlier ugly appearance.

”I was coming to tell Grandpa Yamazaki and Akira that we have moved outside to start the barbeque. But I heard the music, and I did not want to interrupt.” She explained helplessly.  ​​

Seiji looked at his cousin with more suspicion. She looked like she meant what she was saying. However, he was not trusting. He did not believe that people can change. The only thing that they could do was cover up who they were inside.

But it was not his place to expose Hanae.

”You can go back. I will call Akira and Grandpa.” Seiji said.

Hanae nodded amiably and turned to return downstairs. For a moment, Seiji thought he smelled blood. He was quite sėnsɨtɨvė to the scent. However, he ȧssumed it was his imagination since the wisp of smell passed before he could capture it.

Perhaps, he had smelt too much blood in the hospital.

After Hanae went downstairs, she ducked into the closest bathroom and looked at her hands. Small crescents of blood were on her palm due to digging her nails into the flesh too hard. She washed her hands thoroughly.

She wanted to splash the cold water on her face to clear her mind, but she did not want to mess with her makeup. She could only dab a little moisture on her cheeks.

When she left the bathroom, she did not go directly to the backyard. She loitered around the house for a little while. She knew that once she went to the backyard, she would need to be quiet, mȧturė and charming.

It was a burdensome challenge.

When she was ready to move, she saw one of the maids showing in the handsome man who had appeared in her dreams more than once.

Takahashi Kaito…

He did not suit her perfect husband image because he was probably not going to inherit the Takahashi family. However, there was something about his appearance and demeanour that attracted her to him. He was like a charming devil.

Of course, the fact that he was close to Akira motivated her affection.

Sometimes, she would dream about him telling her that he only got close to Akira so that he would get to know her. In those dreams, he was the perfect prince charming, and he realised she was the real princess.

In other dreams, he would kick away Akira as she tried clinging to him. She would try to grasp his long legs as he held Hanae in his arms. He would rebuke Akira for being shameless and disgusting. They would walk into the sunset while Akira remained in rags, crying on the ground.

”You can go on with your work.” Hanae composed herself and stepped forward to speak with the maid. ”I will show Mr Takahashi to the barbeque party.”

The maid did not question the instruction. Even though there were some changes in the Yamazaki mansion, the household staff knew Hanae. It would be strange for them not to obey her wishes.