Chapter 64: The Angel and the Venomous Rose (1/2)

The weather was bad.

Dark clouds covered the skies outside the window, nary any sunlight to be seen. Raindrops were more likely to fall than sunlight.

Thus, even though they were in the latter half of March, he felt a little cold.

He switched on the heater, and sat on the sofa, but was just so restless. His eyes would look towards Mahiru’s apartment from time to time.

It was likely that Mahiru’s parents had plans to meet her.

She said she would not be around to make dinner, for she did not want to show her emotions after the meeting, it seemed.

He felt unpleasant thinking about how Mahiru would look hurt, as though something was stuck within him.

He was really worried, and even sent her a message, if there’s anything, contact me.

He could not remain as restless as he was, so for the time being, he went to the supermarket to secure his dinner.

But even while shopping, Mahiru’s expression remained on his mind. It would be rather painful for her to show such a face to her parents.

He instinctively bit his lips as he recalled her looking afraid of something.

He reverted his expression to normal so as not to look suspicious, but his mood did not improve.

He was aggressively stuffing the side dishes into the shopping basket, and regretted mangling them a little.

Haa, he sighed, finished payment for the goods, and slowly returned home under the cloudy skies. Then, as he took the elevator back him, he noticed something amiss.

He moved away from the corridor leading to his apartment, and hid himself in a corner.

There were two people standing outside Mahiru’s apartment.

One of them was the girl with the flax-colored hair he was used to seeing, Mahiru.

The other was an unfamiliar woman.

Though he was looking from slightly afar, the lady could be said to be rather pretty.

The woman was facing the petite Mahiru, and looked rather tall. Considering the height difference against Mahiru, it seemed she was as tall as an ordinary male.

Despite that, the woman did not seem to be tall or burly, probably due to her body proportions. Her form fitting business suit showed the balanced, curvy body that could be called an ideal woman’s body type.

The bright semi-long brown hair was upon her shoulders, and she looked a little grim.

Even without her makeup, the eyes covered with eyeliners highlighted her strong personality. Her sharp gaze never showed signs of easing even as she faced Mahiru.

She was rather pretty, but her appearance and disposition were obviously standoffish, the vibe of a career-woman.

If Mahiru could be said to be an innocent lily, she was a vibrant, glamorous rose. The woman’s disposition and appearance were completely different.

“You really aren’t cute at all. Just like that man. There’s nothing more infuriating than that.”

Amane widened his eyes once he heard such a voice from the lipstick red lips.

Given how she was talking to Mahiru, it appeared she was the mother, but he was stunned to hear the mother actually humiliate her own daughter.

The face and words were not what a parent should be saying to the daughter.

Anyone would have been hurt seeing such an attitude from a parent. Did Mahiru endure such a thing for so long?

“It would be one thing if you resemble me…but you just had to resemble that man. Whatever, we won’t be related once you graduate from university, no point nitpicking. Just mail over the necessary documents like usual.”