Love At The Wrong Table

As the drunkard spoke, Ellie wrinkled her nose at the unmistakable scent of alcohol wafting in. She instinctively covered her nose.

“I’m out of wine, but I can lend you some cash,” Yosef offered casually, producing a stack of bills.

“Whoa, you’re a lifesaver!”

The man accepted the money without a second thought, leaving without bothering count it or leave an IOU.

“Mr. Yosef, do you often lend a hand like this?” Ellie inquired.

Yosef nodded.

“You’re kind-hearted, but didn’t you just say kindness might not always pay off? Why be so generous then?” Ellie’s confusion was evident in her innocent gaze.

“It’s because of a woman. She changed my perspective,” Yosef admitted openly.

With a sigh, he looked up at the sky, where the memory of Queenie lingered in his thoughts.

“I see. Mr. Yosef, can you tell me who she is?”

Ellie looked a little disappointed. So, Mr. Yosef already has someone he likes.

“She’s dead.”

Yosef said that, his

apologized, her

his eyes tracing its vast

year, the old godfather brought me back to the village. Everyone rejected and insulted me. I was so desperate I even

me two steaming hot buns and roped me into playing games, showing

for me, and I developed strong feelings for her. I even believed her happiness was the purpose of my existence. But later on, I realized she was jus inherently kind-hearted. The man she truly loved

his heart, Ellie

faint reflection, Yosef glimpsed Ellie’s sorrow, finding a

to find someone to share his pain with. Now, as Ellie shed tears for him, offering solace for hi inner

surely find another woman

always be rewarded. But

pause, and he

tears, Ellie added, “She showed kindness to you, and you’ll cherish her forever. You showed kindness to me, and I’ll remember you always. That’s the

understanding smile emerged, and he approached, gently patting

there, no more tears.”

“Okay, I’ll stóp.”

say more, but suddenly, a noise echoed

you wretch! I

man, leaning against the door frame with one hand, smirked at