The Yellow-Haired Villain in the Female Main Character's Novel Wants Happiness

Volume 2

Chapter 64 : Confession

“True love can transcend everything…”

At some point, the music had stopped.

Senior Anna’s voice echoed through the narrow restaurant, so pleasant and moving to the ear, like a clear spring flowing over smooth pebbles, to the point that even Muen at her side could not help losing himself in it for a moment.

“True love can transcend everything?”

Ann, too, repeated the words to herself, savoring them, before revealing a smile so beautiful it made one’s heart waver.

“What a coincidence. I think so too.”

“So whether it is space, time, or anything else, none of it can divide my love, and none of it can stop me from seeking the one I love. Is that not right?”

She raised her hand and slowly reached toward Muen.

Watching that slender, fair hand draw closer and closer, Muen could not help feeling his heart rise into his throat.

With Ann’s sharp senses, the moment she touched him, she would be able to instantly ignore the interference of the perfume he had deliberately sprayed around himself and confirm his identity.

But—

Just before she touched Muen—

That hand was caught by another hand, equally slender and fair.

“Did I not already say so? This is my boyfriend. You cannot just touch him whenever you like.”

Senior Anna’s smile was dazzlingly beautiful as well, not losing to Ann in the slightest.

She bit down especially hard on the words of my boyfriend, as if emphasizing a certain claim of ownership.

Ann’s smile instantly vanished.

She narrowed her eyes, bent forward over the table, and locked gazes with Senior Anna through the air between them.

At that moment, though it was only two soft, boneless little hands touching, Muen felt as though he were watching dark clouds press down from above, lightning flash, and the end of the world descend.

It was as if two supreme beings had already battled all the way to the ends of the universe, until even the Great Dao had been ground away, leaving only Muen, the lone little lamb, shivering in the corner.

Oh right, there was also Sherry.

She seemed to have been frightened badly. Her face had gone deathly pale, and from just now until now, she had not managed to utter a single word.

“I only wanted to confirm something. Why are you so tense?” Ann said.

“Oh? Then if it were the person you liked being touched and harassed by another woman, would you be this generous too?” Anna replied.

“…”

“…”

The two of them once again fell silent.

Yet this kind of silence was even more suffocating.

Muen was already drenched in cold sweat.

In his perception, all the metal in the entire restaurant had begun to hum softly.

The knife and fork in his hand were already trembling uncontrollably, as if they might transform into murderous weapons under the might of a God’s Chosen at any moment.

And Senior Anna’s other hand had already slipped into her sleeve, where faint ripples of magic were beginning to gather.

W-What should he do?

Those two looked as though they could start fighting at any second.

Should he run or fight?

And if he fought… whose side was he supposed to take?

Muen swallowed hard, his gaze darting between Ann’s face and Senior Anna’s face again and again.

At last, he truly understood the hopeless dilemma of being asked who to save first if your girlfriend and your mother both fell into a river.

No matter which one he helped… It felt like he was doomed to die either way.

He could not let them fight!

Muen finally woke up to that fact. But just as he was about to grit his teeth and step in, even if it meant exposing his identity, to stop the two of them—

“It seems I was mistaken.”

To Muen’s slight surprise, Ann suddenly straightened up.

It was as if sunlight had suddenly broken through the gaps in dark clouds.

The scene of thunder and lightning vanished in an instant.

The humming metal fell quiet once more.

Ann’s gaze swept deeply across Senior Anna’s face, as though she wanted to remember it, and then she dipped her head slightly in apology.

“My apologies for disturbing you.”

“It is all right.”

Senior Anna also withdrew her hand from her sleeve and smiled calmly.

“That is understandable.”

“Then, goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”

The two of them nodded farewell to each other like strangers who had merely crossed paths by chance.

As if the confrontation from just moments ago had been nothing but an illusion.

Then Ann turned around and walked out of the restaurant.

Without looking back once.

From beginning to end, she did not glance at Muen even a single time.

Seeing this, Muen’s eyes widened.

She left?

Ann just left like that?

Muen waited for a few minutes, then cautiously poked his head out and looked beyond the restaurant.

The quiet street outside was empty.

Ann really had left.

The bloodbath was over!

And he was still alive!

An overwhelming surge of ecstasy rose in Muen’s chest.

Praise be to God.

Praise be to the Buddha.

Praise be to the Jade Emperor.

Praise be to Nyarlathotep.

He had finally survived—

“So the person just now was the girl junior mentioned before, the one who likes you?”

Senior Anna’s seemingly casual words drifted into his ears.

His ecstasy froze instantly.

Muen turned his head stiffly.

At some point, Senior had already returned to her original seat and was sipping red wine in small mouthfuls.

A faint flush of drunkenness had surfaced on her face, tinting her beautiful features with a hint of red and giving her a different kind of charm.

But Muen could not bring himself to admire it at all.

Because in a daze, he felt as though he had once more been pushed onto the execution scaffold, while a cold and solemn executioner loudly read out his crimes.

Scumbag. Sentence: death!

“Y-Yes… I suppose so.”

At this point, there was no way he could lie anymore.

“Then—”

Senior Anna changed her tone and continued,

“Do you like her too, junior?”

Clang.

Muen could practically see that flashing execution blade being hoisted high into the air, ready to come down at any moment and cut the wicked scumbag clean in two.

“I…I…”

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Muen stammered helplessly.

What should he do? What should he say?

How was he supposed to answer so that—

“Forget it.”

In the middle of his hesitation, Senior Anna suddenly withdrew the question she had just asked.

“No matter what, asking something like that is too rude. Sorry, junior. Just pretend I am drunk.”

Then, in a murmur so soft that only she herself could hear it, she whispered,

“What a pity, though. That girl is a little too strong. I could not collect her tears.”

“Huh?”

Muen froze, unable to recover for a moment from the abrupt turn in the conversation.

But Senior Anna continued smiling at him.

“You owe me another favor now, junior. Make sure you properly fulfill what you promised me.”

“Ah… right.”

Muen nodded stiffly.

At that moment, even though every crisis had finally passed, Muen found that this time, he could not feel happy at all.

Looking at Senior Anna, who seemed not to care in the slightest about what had just happened, he felt as though something were lodged in his chest, leaving him unable to breathe properly.

…

…

Fortunately, after Ann’s sudden intrusion, this awkward three-person candlelit “dinner” finally came to an end.

Sherry unwillingly began tidying the tableware.

Under Senior’s urging, Muen rolled up his sleeves and went to help her. After all, since he was a guest, he could not shamelessly freeload from beginning to end.

But calling it helping was a stretch. All he was allowed to do was rinse the plates with clean water.

No matter what, Sherry refused to let him handle anything more complicated. Even this job of washing dishes had only been something Muen secured after considerable effort.

In the dishwashing room, with only the two of them present, silence lingered for a while.

Along with the rushing sound of water, Muen listened to the chopping sounds coming from beyond the kitchen door and could not help raising a topic.

“Is your father still busy?”

“Father is preparing tomorrow’s ingredients, so he will probably stay busy until very late. But you do not need to worry, Muen. He already ate lunch.”

“Chefs really do have it hard.”

“They do.”

“…”

“…”

Silence fell once again.

Ever since what had just happened, Sherry had been like a rooster defeated in battle, with no spirit left in her at all.

But Muen had no intention of comforting her.

Because compared to cold-hearted cruelty, tenderness that might rekindle hope in her was far crueler.

Thinking that, Muen sighed and could only focus harder on washing the dishes.

But as he washed, he suddenly felt a hand tug at the corner of his clothes.

He turned around.

It was Sherry.

She had her head lowered, as though hesitating over something.

But from the way her knuckles had gone white with strain, Muen felt he could see her resolve steadily taking shape.

No way…

A bad feeling suddenly rose in Muen’s heart.

But before he could say anything—

“Muen, I like you.”

There was no preamble.

No emotional buildup.

No atmosphere to set the scene.

It came suddenly.

In a place as casual as the dishwashing room, Sherry confessed to him.

“Why?”

Muen’s mind blanked for a moment, and he could not help asking, “Sherry, we… have only known each other for a short time, have we not?”

No, he probably could not say they had only known each other a short time, because if he counted from the time she first misunderstood him, then it had already been over a month.

But if he counted the times they had actually met and spoken face to face, then including this time, it was only the fourth.

Sherry’s feelings for him were so sudden that it almost made one suspect that she had some other motive.

“Is that not allowed?”

Sherry lifted her head and looked up at Muen.

Large tears rolled down from her eyes, already smearing her black-rimmed lenses into a blurry mess.

“I know I am not as pretty as Senior Anna or that woman just now. I know I am not even that close to you, Muen. Just now, I did not even have the courage to help you. But am I still not allowed to like you?”

“Of course you are…”

At that moment, looking at the tearful Sherry, Muen was suddenly filled with an intense disgust for himself.

What was wrong with him? How could he suspect the sincerity of a girl like Sherry?

If this was all an act, then she could go compete for an Oscar for Best Actress already!

“But—

I am sorry.”

Muen set down the plate in his hand and lowered his head as he refused her in all seriousness.

“Sherry, you are a good girl. You should be able to find someone even better than me.”

“But I only like you.”

“I am sorry.”

“I see…”

Sherry stumbled back one step, her little face turning pale.

But just as Muen sighed and was preparing to comfort her a little more, she suddenly stepped forward again, grabbed his hand, and looked at him with hopeful eyes.

“Muen, can you think it over one more time?”

Think it over?

What was there to think over?

Feelings like this were not something that could change just because you thought harder about them—

Hm?

At that moment, looking at the tears trembling at the corners of Sherry’s eyes and that pitiful, pleading expression, Muen suddenly hesitated.

That was right.

Just look at Sherry. She was so cute, so gentle, and so thoughtful.

And she could even make delicious pastries and meals.

She was practically the perfect partner.

Why was he in such a hurry to reject her? Would it not be fine to think it over a little more?