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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 474.

Chapter 474.

    Chapter 474.


    <strong>Chapter 474. Reunion. (1/4)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sunday arrived.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was the one-week mark, halfway through our vacation.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But that was not all.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was a fated day.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A day of reunion for a certain mother and daughter pair. Where they would finally face each other, resolve the burdens in their heart, and clear the air.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Who was I with right now?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Dawn.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The current time of day?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Evening.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Where were we?


    <span style="font-weight:400">The city Dawn’s mother lived in. More specifically, staking out the hospital in the city Dawn’s mother worked at.


    <span style="font-weight:400">How did we get here today?


    <span style="font-weight:400">My motorcycle.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Why my motorcycle rather than Dawn’s pickup truck?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Because Dawn let Rosa, who''d gotten backtest night, borrow her pickup truck for something early in the morning before I woke up. What Rosa needed it for, I didn’t know. But knowing that Wisteria had gone with her again today, she definitely wasn’t up to any good.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She left me in the dark for the most part, but I didn’t mind since she at the very least left a note for me this morning.


    <span style="font-weight:400">‘I’m leaving Dawn’s side to you today while I finish dealing with that other pesky problem. Let’s meet upter today when we’re done at our final destination for our trip. It’ll be just the two of us ?’


    <span style="font-weight:400">That was what her note said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But getting back on track, it turned out Dawn’s mother was working today despite it being a Sunday. Well, just because it’s Sunday doesn’t mean there aren’t people getting injured or in need of life-saving surgery.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As one would expect, it was an extraordinarily stressful profession where you always had to be on your toes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We’d actually arrived in the afternoon and spotted Dawn’s mother when she was on a break. Dawn didn’t want to bother her mother while she was still in the middle of her shift though. She said she wanted to wait until her mother was finished. We weren’t certain when her mother would finish, but we did know when she left thest time we were here.


    <span style="font-weight:400">That time was slowly approaching. The closer it got, the more fidgety Dawn got.


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Actually… the thing is… I’ve really got to pee.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hah? Now? Why did you wait until it was thiste? Why didn’t you go sooner? If she finishes the same time as thest time we were here she should being out soon.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I… thought I could hold it in. But… I can’t hold it any longer. The closer it gets to the time, the more I have to go.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She coulde out at any moment you know. What if you miss her because you go to the washroom now? All the time we spent waiting for her out here would be wasted.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If that happens please just do something about it. I’ve really gotta go and can’t hold it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Dawn hopped off the bench we were on and made a run for the washroom inside the hospital. We’d been seated on a bench outside the hospital keeping an eye on the exit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If she came out with the doctor fromst time, this would be pretty difficult. If she did I’d nned to approach the doctor and pull him away from her by making up some bullshit so Dawn could talk to her alone. Dawn wasn’t aware of everything after all.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It might actually be for the best if her mother doese out while Dawn’s in the washroom. There’s no telling how she’d react if she came out with that doctor. Maybe she’d give up thinking that her mother moved on and didn’t care about them anymore.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And wouldn’t you know it, right on time, five minutes after Dawn left, the same time as thest time we were here, the golden blond-haired woman we’d been waiting for exited the building. Thankfully, she was alone today.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t have Dawn’s phone number to text her to hurry up and let her know that her mother had appeared. I could only me myself for that. Rosa was likely busy right now and she might not immediately see a text from me. Either way, I had to act or else today would end in failure.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stood up and started to approach Aurelia from the other side of the crosswalk. Honestly, I didn’t know what to say to her without Dawn around. She might think I’m trying to hit on her or something. All I had to do was stall her until Dawn got back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The only question was how?


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I looked up from the ground and my eyes met with Aurelia on the other side of the crosswalk, her tranquil eyes shook slightly. It wasn’t something absurd like love at first sight, it was because she recognized me from thest time I was here and she caught a glimpse of Dawn’s side profile.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Simr to her daughter, it was clear she was afraid. Afraid to confront her past. Dawn might be like a ghost haunting her. Suffocating her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I could tell she was holding her breath when I took my first step into the crosswalk toward her. She was frozen in ce on her side of the crosswalk in front of the hospital exit, terrified, but trying to hide it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Was it that scary?


    <span style="font-weight:400">But… in a way, her being frozen in ce was good. It bought Dawn some more time to get back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I continued my advance one step at a time. She wasn’t looking at me anymore. Her hands were clenched at her sides, ever so slightly shaking. Her mind was no doubt in turmoil.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I reached her side I stopped and asked, “Are you okay? You don’t look too good, Ma’am.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I-I’m... fine.” Her voice quivered as she squeezed those two words out, pained.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You know, whenever a woman says ‘I’m fine,’ they’re usually not fine at all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She bit her lower lip, shut her eyes, and took a deep breath as she said with a tinge of bitterness, “Thank you for your concern… but you’ve read too many stories, young man.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Have I though? You know, now that I get a better look at you… have we met before?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, we have not.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm, I see. But I swear you remind me of someone. You… definitely resemble someone I know.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re a decade or two too early to try using that pick-up line on me. Were you nning to say your future girlfriend, thinking you’re clever? I’ve heard that line more than I can count.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm, actually, speaking of girlfriends, you do actually look like my girlfriend. But please don’t misunderstand, when I say girlfriend, I don’t mean it in a way to try and hit on an olddy like you. I mean my girlfriend, her name is Dawn. Ah, that’s it, it’s your eyes! They look exactly like hers now that I think about it. Oh, you even have the same hair color.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Dawn’s mother squeezed her forehead as she stuttered back, “O-Olddy… No, forget it, you’re just a kid… and I am getting old. Anyway, the resemnce is surely just a coincidence. Blond hair and blue eyes aren’t exactly umon.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">In no way did she resemble an olddy. She was undeniably much more mature than Dawn, but her skin was still fair, stic, and supple. She was a beauty devoid of a single wrinkle on her lovely troubled face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Did I ever say her eyes were blue?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You said my eyes look exactly like hers, didn’t you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, but what if I just meant the look to them and not the color?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see, it was my misunderstanding.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But anyway, she does have blue eyes just like yours.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmmm, you know, if I didn’t know any better…” I cocked my head back and jeered with an awful fake smile, “I’d think you were the good-for-nothing ipetent cowardly mother that abandoned her who’s too afraid to face her now that she’s grown up.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Each and every word I uttered wasced with venom intended to stab like knives directly in her heart.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Would she face her daughter if I did something like this? I didn’t know. I was testing the waters to see what sort of reaction I’d get.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She let out a dry self derisive chuckle, “Haha… I’m no mother, so you’re definitely mistaken.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rather than anger, she agreed. It seems that was how she genuinely thought about herself too.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll be on my way now. Please... take good care of your girlfriend.” Her intention to flee was clear.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Just when she took a single step forward I let out a devious chuckle, “Hehehe, take good care of her? Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to take real good care of that stupid country hick in bed before I get rid of her. She can hardly bepared to the other women I’m sleeping with, but since I’ve never done it with a girl from the country and she at least looks good enough, I don’t mind fulfilling her little delusional fantasy of getting together with a city boy before I dump her.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Aurelia froze in ce before her entire body trembled furiously with the wrath of god as she asked in a stone-cold voice, “What... did you just say?”
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