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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 49.

Chapter 49.

    Chapter 49.


    <b>Chapter 49. A Date? (13/13)</b>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright shoot, what do you propose?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How about I try and figure something out about you the way you figured out stuff about me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Are you confident?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’d rather surrender now then. I don’t likepeting in games I’m sure to lose.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Come on, just let me win~ don’t bully me- I’m not my daughter~” She spoke to me yfully.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fine, go ahead.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well… I’m I’ll be a bit surprised if I am right about this. You have a job yourself despite being under 16, don’t you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. It seems I’ve made a blunder.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, while you were feeling my hand, I naturally had the chance to feel yours as well. They weren’t the hands of a child who didn’t know of work.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you figure out anything else?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well… I could only think you might get away with working somewhere like at the back of a warehouse at first. But… I changed my eyes when I got a better look at your eyes. You’re wearing decorative colored contacts, aren’t you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? You noticed even that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, I deal with many people as a barista. I’m constantly maintaining eye contact. I’ve seen many people with and without such contacts so if I look closely enough I can distinguish them from normal ones. When I realized you had such an item one might use to disguise themself, I figured you were probably used to changing your hair up as well. That’s not how you normally have your hair, is it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What makes you think that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It only happened once, but you subconsciously brushed your fingers over your forehead instinctively as if trying to move your hair out of the way from in front of your eyes despite your hair being styled up with your forehead exposed. It led me to believe you’re more ustomed to having your hair unstyled and hanging down over your forehead, partially covering your eyes. A man who tries to hide his eyes has many other things he wants to hide from others. As people often say, the eyes are a window to the soul.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She looked like she was having fun while exposing everything she’d seen through about me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So, with the idea that you disguise yourself for work, another potential job came to mind. I’d initially excluded it as a possibility despite it being an obvious choice, you work at a convenience store or something to that degree.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She said that as if she’d cracked a murder case. I was the culprit. Her words were indicative of that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well? Am I right? Am I right? Please tell me I’m right. I want to be right.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. I concede. You got me. I do work at a convenience store. Please refrain from asking the ‘how.’”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No problem. It’s just a fun little game after all. Whatever is said or happens in this car stays in this car. My lips are sealed just for you, does that make you happy?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, a beautiful woman like you keeping my secret, I’m truly over the moon.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Good. Good.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How about we continue?” She asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’d rather not. I’m afraid of what else you’ve figured out.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You mean like about I don’t know… your girlfriend Rosa?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">My expression stiffened up. I had a feeling she’d seen through that. I more or less had an idea of how she’d figured it out as well.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How about the game this time is one more favorable to you? If I just revealed how I knew it would feel one-sided like I’m bullying a kid and not giving him a chance.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You sure you want to let me win so easily?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? You’re confident?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Never mind then, I’d rather surrender now. I don’t likepeting in games I’m sure to lose.” She returned my own words to me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“When you were hugging me close to your bosom, you also had two of your fingers on my neck. You were keeping an eye on my heartbeat. When I heard Rosa’s name mentioned, I had a small reaction to it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Booo! You can’t go and forcefully win like that. I said I wouldn’t y.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then consider it a draw.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">With those words, our little back and forth game came to an end. We’d arrived in front of my ce right at that moment. One win, one loss, and one draw. It wasn’t a bad result.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks for the ride.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No problem.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I got out of the car and walked around the front of it to head inside. I thought that would be it, but when I was a few feet away I heard a car horn honk once.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I turned around and discovered the car window rolled down.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Alicia’s mother called out to me and said, “Hey, you forgot something in the car.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Slightly perplexed, I tried to figure out what it was. Had something fallen out of my pocket without me noticing? I walked over to the driver seat where she had the window rolled down.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What did I forget exactly?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her arm shot out, grabbed onto my shirt, and pulled me closer. Before I even realized what had happened I felt a burning hot sensation on my lips. My eyes shot open wide in shock. What the hell!


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was suddenly released with a dumbfounded look on my face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You see, I’m a woman who doesn’t like to lose. A draw is a rather unsatisfying result I can’t be content with, but with this, it feels like I won in the end. Well anyway, that was the reward for the naughty boy who wanted to try teasing me and getting away with it. My daughter didn’t give you a kiss goodbye, so I thought I’d give you one on her behalf. Also, consider it a bit of payback for forcefully kissing my daughter in the first ce.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">With those final words, she drove off before I had a chance to even retort. I stood there stupefied. Was Alicia’s mother really okay?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Actually, if Alicia’s mother was a vixen like this, what would happen if the daughter matured and became like her? Scary! I shivered at the thought. Wouldn’t I be kind of screwed if that happened? Would I ever have peaceful days with such a woman around?


    <span style="font-weight:400">A bead of sweat rolled down the side of my cheek as I contemted over all my decisions in life up to date. As for this kiss… there was no way I dared speak a single word to anyone, not even Rosa.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As Irene said, whatever was said or happened in her car, stayed in her car. That was for the best.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I raised my hand and ced it over my chest. My heart was beating abnormally fast. Had I been excited? I felt like such a trashy person thinking that Irene, Alicia’s mother had sent my heart racing. I mean, it’s her mother, right? Her mother. The immorality of it was no doubt the allure, that much was obvious.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Today, I had to admit though, I learned something rather significant. This lesson had provided me with a much better understanding of the term cougar. And in a certain sense, Alicia’s mother was far more dangerous than any woman I’d encountered to date.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A barista though… who would have thought?


    <span style="font-weight:400">What a terrifying profession.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I’ll never underestimate a single barista ever again in my life. I constantly had my guard up throughout our interaction, but she’d torn through it effortlessly, one piece at a time. The term barista was now firmly ingrained in my heart as being a wild untamable beast.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As I remorsed over such senseless things I returned to my empty unit all alone. There was nothing here as usual. Nothing had changed inside for thest three months. It was still empty and hollow.


    <span style="font-weight:400">That heavy feeling crept into my heart and encroached upon it. I’d returned home, but there was nothing sweet about it to be found.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was a far cry from Alicia’s ce. This was where I belonged. Alone.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Whatever I’d been doing before slowly faded away to the back of my mind. All the previous thoughts I had drifted away to some far-offnd never to be heard again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I let out a sigh and heated up a mass-produced meal devoid of any love. The taste… there was none. It was tasteless, nd. But it was food to me. It filled me up, it was cheap, took little time to prepare, and was convenient. That was all that mattered at the end of the day. Things like meals filled with love, I can’t taste it at all. I simply put in the motions to act human and pretend I can.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I still can’tprehend such irrational things. Love is simply a result of chemical reactions in your brain. It does not add anything additional in terms of ingredients. Because I couldn’t rationalize it in my mind, I couldn’t taste it, that thing called love, in food.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Though… recently… maybe that’s not the case. It wasn’t the act of putting something physically in to change the taste, but rather the simple notion in one’s mind that love was inside. Simply put, it was the cebo effect at work. If one strongly believed enough that there was love inside something and convinced themselves that that would make it taste better, then their brain would simply do all the work and make it seem like it really did taste better.


    <span style="font-weight:400">So by my rationale, I’de to the logical conclusion that when someone said they were putting love into the food to make it taste better, it was a lie born out of someone’s kindness to invoke a cebo effect.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Well, none of that really mattered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Once I’d filled my stomach, Iid down on my bed and stared up nkly at the ceiling. I took out my headphones and plugged them into my phone. I searched for the first song I’d heard back at Alicia’s ce online and I listened to it on repeat while I patiently waited.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Time ticked by ever so slowly, one second at a time. I was confident I’d soon receive a text. I was certain the ‘arrangements’ I made would be more than enough to scare that child who was peeking from the corner of the stairs while thinking I hadn’t been aware.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Everything I’d done while interacting with his elder sister and his mother was to invoke a sense that I was up to no good. That they were part of the arrangements I’d referred to.


    <span style="font-weight:400">For example, the simple action where I fed his mother and sister a cookie by hand, in his mind, I’d intentionally done that to show him that I could easily aplish such feats. If I wished to poison them or make them I’ll, I could easily gain their trust to do so without them realizing a thing. Everything was done with such hidden intent. Of course, I’d never actually do something like poison them, but he perceived me like a fiend with the way I’d presented myself to him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">These sorts of actions were the kinds of things Alicia’s mother said she couldn’t see through. It was for the simple fact she didn’t know the interaction I had with her son. Shecked the prerequisite information, thus she could notprehend the intent being the resultant action.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Right now that child was likely letting his imagination run rampant. The act of a devil I presented to him was what made it run wild in this fashion. If I hadn’t put on such a show, the same actions would not have had the same intended result.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Even if he went to his sister to try and warn him about me, she already knew everything. I’d allowed her to see and hear everything just for that purpose. She knew my intent to help her little brother and chose to trust in me, her self-proimed enemy who she wanted to see as a friend.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If he went to his mother, she’d just think he was jealous or felt displeased that a boy had gotten so close to both his mother and sister.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He was trapped. Nobody would believe him. Thus, he could only surrender and ept my assistance.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It took all the way until the very deadline I set at midnight before a text message finally came in on my phone. It was received right at 11:59 PM. He’d spent all this time trying to convince his mother and sister I was a bad person and not to trust me, but it seems his efforts were in vain. He’d wracked his head and toiled over it for over four straight hours to think up some sort of solution until the veryst second, but he couldn’te up with anything in the end. He’d surrendered and sold his soul to the devil.


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘I agree to your offer for assistance. Don’t you dare touch my mother and big sister.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">That was his text.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I responded with a text of my own.


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘Your wishes shall be granted.’


    <span style="font-weight:400">With a satisfied smile, I closed my eyes, then finally put an end to this unreasonably long and tiresome day.
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