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.”

that, his expression

apologized, her

eyes tracing its vast expanse. In a somber tone, he began to recount his past.

both murderers. That year, the old godfather brought me back to the village. Everyone rejected and insulted me. I was so desperate I even contemplated ending my miserable

two steaming hot buns and roped me into

purpose of my existence. But later on, I

Ellie couldn’t hold back her tears.

glimpsed Ellie’s sorrow, finding a sense

someone to share his pain with. Now, as Ellie shed tears for him,

Yosef, you’ll surely find another woman as

might not always be rewarded. But in doing good deeds, we find our own happiness, don’t we?”

he turned to look at

a smile through her tears, Ellie added, “She showed kindness to you, and you’ll cherish her forever. You

he approached, gently patting her head.

there, no

“Okay, I’ll stóp.”

with her sleeve. She wanted to say more, but

wretch! I finally found

door frame with one hand, smirked at