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 expression turned

quickly apologized, her voice filled with sympathy.

eyes tracing its vast expanse. In a somber tone, he began

old godfather brought me back to the village. Everyone rejected and insulted me. I was so desperate I even contemplated ending my miserable and meaningless

and roped me into playing games, showing me

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.

out his heart, Ellie couldn’t hold

Ellie’s sorrow, finding a

grief deep inside, struggling to find someone to share his pain with. Now, as Ellie shed tears for him,

find another woman as kind as her!”

always be rewarded.

had Yosef pause, and he turned

and you’ll cherish her forever. You showed kindness to me, and I’ll remember you

he

no more tears.”

“Okay, I’ll stóp.”

wanted to say

you wretch! I

against the door frame