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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 152.

Chapter 152.

    Chapter 152.


    <strong>Chapter 152. Convincing Irene. (4/6)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Prepared for what?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m probably going to be super in love with you now because of all this. Are you prepared for that?” She pouted when she said that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hah. Is that all? If I wasn’t prepared would I be having you sign this contract?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I might end up paying you night visits every night now. I might not even be able to fall asleep without you nearby because I’ll want to always be cuddled up next to you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That would be… a bit troubling… but I guess I’ll have to deal with it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I might want to have a lot of sex. You might lose out on a lot of sleep because of that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Please hold back a bit.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m going to age faster than you and be a wrinkly olddy.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you not know? When you sign a contract with a devil, you stop aging in their eyes, and your youthful appearance is forever locked in ce.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Where do I sign again?” What the heck? She suddenly looked way too eager to sign. Hey, don’t seriously go and trust my word. It was lip service damn it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Right here.” I still pointed it out for her immediately though.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She wrote Irene Sorayuki on the line in a sh.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The instant she did, my body hunched forward on its own. My heart throbbed violently. An intense contraction followed by a heart-burning sensation.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ran! What’s wrong!” Irene cried out worriedly when she noticed my strange condition.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I seriously thought I was about to die for a moment, but it soon calmed down.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There was sweat on my forehead.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What the hell was that about?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Was that… a mini heart attack?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Ugh… I felt like throwing up and there was a sour taste at the back of my mouth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Was it all the eggs I ate this morning?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Shit, a man should not eat so many eggs all at once. That was way too close forfort.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry, Irene. I think all the fried eggs I ate this morning almost came back from the dead. I ate way too many. That was close, I almost threw them back up thiste into the day.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell? Don’t scare me like that. Haaaaah. Did you want the contract back?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, the contract is yours to keep. Just think of it as the devil equivalent of a wedding ring.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A cheapskate as always I see.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“By the way, I brought breakfast from the hotel home for you. It’s in the fridge. Oh yeah, I also snatched up all the free stuff I could from the hotel room, and… hehe, I even stole one of the pillows and towels from the room while I was at it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You did what!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That pillow is some god-tier stuff. You’ll understand when you try it. Oh, but we’re sharing it if you do like it. I’m not giving it up, you got that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hahahaha! What the heck? Are these supposed to serve as your betrothal gifts and the feast your present to your wife or something?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, yeah. It’s very devil-like and fitting, don’t you think? A stolen pillow and towel suits a fiendish devil like me quite well.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Devil my ass, you’re just a petty thief at this point.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’d say it’s grandrceny. I also stole your soul while I was at it after all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“True, true~ How dare you steal that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The two of us joked around a bit more and Irene gradually returned to her usual self. Her shoulders were more rxed than before. They didn’t look anywhere near as tense as they did in the past. It seemed a great weight had been lifted off her back once I’d broken down herst line of defense.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We should probably get back home. We’ve been sitting around here for so long that it’s already 10:00 PM.” Irene suddenly said that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, let’s go back. You’ve got to give Alicia written consent to work when we get back.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Consent to work? Is that what my daughter’s important matters were?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course, why do you think I made contact with you first in this manner?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. That does make sense. So she went behind her mother’s back for an interview and now that she has the chance of being hired she nned to use that to try and pressure me into giving consent? Is that the gist of it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s your daughter’s rebellious phase, shouldn’t you be happy to see her growing up?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s definitely because of you, isn’t it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not at all. She wanted to help her mother somehow. I simply spit some cold hard facts in her face about how she couldn’t and she made the decision on her own to grow a backbone to apply for a job.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Where did she apply?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is it something sketchy?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No… it’s not sketchy at all…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then what is it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A… convenience store worker.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Irene’s eyes shot up a bit surprised and asked, “This one?”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That girl’s reason better not be that she just wanted to have more time with you. Is she taking work lightly?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No… she’s even more simple-minded than that. It was just the first job she bumped into right after she talked to me. When she was leaving the convenience store on her way out right after our talk, she saw the listing on the door. It was… fate… is probably what she thought. Right when she decided to find a job she saw that listing. My co-worker likes your daughter quite a bit and jumped at the opportunity to work together with her. She even acted as a referral and provided a rmendation to the owner.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So that’s what happened. Haaaaaah. That girl, will she really be okay? She should consider more carefully what job would meet her own needs. Will she be able to keep her grades up with such an approach, did she even consider that when she jumped at the first opportunity presented to her?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know. I was pretty troubled too when it happened. The interview was also a mess today because of how nervous and inexperienced she was when put into that sort of situation. She might be a social butterfly, but herck of experience when under pressure was all but too visible. Somehow, things look like they worked out though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You sound like you saw the whole thing first hand.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I did. I was dragged in on the Owner’s whim because my girlfriend was being interviewed. I was then forced to stay for Alicia’s because of a small incident that happened before the interview.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It sounds like you had it rough.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I did. I did. Very rough, so much so I want to cry even now. The Owner’s the worst.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You, cry? Don’t make meugh. I can’t see you crying even if the world ended. When was thest time you even cried?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I wouldn’t call a single tear crying. I seriously tried to remember when Ist cried but I couldn’t remember a single time. For at least twenty-five years I’m sure I never cried during that period of myst life. But I honestly couldn’t remember ever crying as a child either.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Have I ever actually cried before? My mother said even as a baby I never cried. When my own mother died, I didn’t even cry then. I just locked up those sorts of feelings because I knew crying wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t benefit me in any way to cry. My mother worked hard to keep me alive, if I broke down there, cried, and despaired I might not have been able to get back up. All the work she put in to keep me alive might end up being for naught. Thus, I kept walking forward without ever looking back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I only now realized just how rare that single tear I shed was that one time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“See? You can’t even remember.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t think I’ve ever cried in my entire life.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You surely did when you were a baby.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My mother said I never cried once when I was a baby.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not even when she died?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. Not even then. If I broke down at that time, I might not have been able to get up and I’d just throw away all the hard work my mother put in to keep me alive. I probably don’t even know how to cry.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Without saying a word, Irene suddenly leaned in close to me over on my seat and wrapped her arms around my head.
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