The Divorced Man Has Returned - The Divorced Man Has Returned chapter 85

#85. If only.

A little whitish hair.

Dark eyebrows.

A slightly protruding forehead that looks like he’s angry.

The person who finally separated me and Harin.

I answered the question of the man who was my first father-in-law like a broken robot.

“Ah… Yes… Hello…”

I wasn’t like this when I first met him.

He was a person who could confidently say that I was her boyfriend and asked for her daughter.

But now I am…

Is it because I still couldn’t get out of the memories of my previous life?

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No matter who looked at him, he was stuttering at him like a man who wasn’t a son-in-law.

“Um… yes?”

My father looked at me with a gaze that seemed to pierce me.

…The urge to leave this place arose.

“Dad!”

Harin heard her father’s voice and ran towards me.

“Uh. Okay. Harina. It looks like she brought her friends.”

“Yes. Did you say hello This is Inwook and that one.”

Sihwa also walked towards us to see if his father had come, and bowed his head.

“It’s Sihwa. My friends.”

“Yes. I’m tired today, so don’t go in first. Have fun, go play.”

“Yes.”

“Yes!”

After those words, Father trudged back down the long hallway.

Harin looked at my face, which had suddenly deteriorated, and grabbed my hand tightly.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. Nothing happened.”

There was no reason for my current father to have bad feelings for me.

I was just a friend who came to her house to play.

“Sorry. I thought you’d be late today.”

“No. I’m really fine.”

I said it was okay, but when we met again, I couldn’t manage my facial expressions well.

I kept thinking of the days when I knelt in front of him.

I beg you. I beg you again.

Give me a little more time.

I’ll try to succeed somehow.

Days marked by hatred of my body.

Sihwa, who was silently watching the two of us, said just one word.

“Marry me. Choi In-wook.”

“What?”

Harin looked at her poem with fierce eyes.

“Dating is fun with Yoon Harin. Marry me Choi In-wook.”

Sihwa looked at Harin and said sarcastically.

“Your father, Choi In-wook, will you only add stir-frying if you have to get married anyway?”

Sihwa strode closer and grabbed my arm.

“I can do it.”

“Don’t let anyone touch your hair.”

“I told you it’s okay to not have children.”

The sweet whisper of poetry.

But this life of mine was different from the last one.

And my only ex-wife who knows it. Harin clenched her fist.

“My dad. This time, I will stop you from doing that to Inwook.”

“What number are you? If I could have stopped it, I would have blocked it in my previous life. Could it be that you didn’t even have a clue about that in your previous life?”

“That’s…”

Harin bit her lips tightly.

Perhaps she hadn’t divulged any secrets about my body to others.

And I didn’t intend to tell my other ex-wives yet.

Because I thought that the moment I revealed this, it would be even more chaos than now.

Even now, he was in a state of being able to get past a difficult enough situation several times.

“Get up. It’s Sihwa late.”

I held Sihwa’s hand with the nuance of refusing to intervene in their quarrel.

I grabbed Sihwa’s hand and Harin looked at me with trembling eyes.

Your eyes seem to ask if you really want to go.

But now is the time to leave.

“See you tomorrow. Harina.”

The face of an adult craftsman could not be erased from her mind.

Even after many years, I still haven’t been able to wash away the pain.

Well…

It was Harin whom I loved terribly.

The first woman I swore to love and cherish for the rest of my life.

The woman I had to let go with tears in my eyes.

When will I be able to overcome this? I.

Obviously it was supposed to be the first time in my life, but I headed towards the exit without getting confused as if I had stayed here for a long time.

Sihwa and Harin followed me one after the other.

Finally, as I was putting on my shoes at the entrance, Harin asked me once again.

“Are you really okay? Inwook?”

Is my expression very bad?

“Yes. Don’t mind.”

“I go. Ha-rin Yoon.”

Sihwa opened the door first and went out.

“Yes. Be careful and see you tomorrow.”

So, Sihwa and I went out of the house without saying a word to each other.

I was feeling a little depressed, so I kept looking up at the sky.

“…Choi Inwook.”

As I was walking out of Harin Ine’s main gate and walking down her alley, Sihwa called my name.

“Huh?”

“…I hope this life will at least not suffer you from the same problems as the last one.”

She stopped her steps and grabbed my collar.

“Child. It’s okay without Because really, I’m fine.”

What has changed poetry so much?

“It’s Sihwa.”

I grabbed her hand.

“I. Nope We are only twenty years old.”

This was true.

Even though our actual age may be different, to outsiders, we were aspiring high school hunters who had just graduated from high school.

It is still too early to discuss marriage.

To be honest, getting married to Harin at the age of 24 was also one of the fastest things around me.

“What does age matter? If you are legally an adult, that’s enough.”

“…If I tell you that we are going to get married at the age of 20, would my mom and dad agree?”

This was also true.

My parents, who don’t know anything, will be stunned if they say they want to get married right now, no matter who the target is.

“That’s right. Father. My mother also…”

Sihwa was also never without acquaintance with my parents.

But Sihwa certainly had a harder time dealing with her adults than Harin or Jena.

It was never a story that poetry couldn’t be told to my parents.

However, poetry is…

* *

[Mother. Get this.]

[Oh my. Hey. What is all this?]

[…A gift.]

As for Sihwa, she gave her mother a present as if she didn’t care, even though she asked the department store staff many times to choose, pick, and choose her items.

[No. I think this is expensive… Why are you giving all of this?]

[…Just.]

[Mom. All of these poems were chosen by myself.]

Sihwa has always been like this.

Everything was prepared with all my heart and sincerity, but in front of my parents, I was doing that with a somber expression.

I tried to tell her that if I was more honest with her, she would like her more, but Sihwa had a harder time with my parents than she thought.

[Thank you. Hey.]

As my mother patted her on the back, Sihwa looked at me with an expression of not knowing where to put her body.

She’s the one who doesn’t know what to do after doing a good job.

It was fun to see her, something you would never normally see, but I knew what those eyes were signaling.

[Mom. We’ll stop now.]

[No. Why. Stay a little longer I think your dad will be here soon.]

[No. We also have our next schedule, so we have to meet the time.]

Her mother said it was a pity, but she couldn’t help but consider her to be her wife.

[So? Then next time, grab me and let’s have a meal together.]

[I see. Then I will contact you.]

We left the front door, telling our mother not to come out to see us off.

[Whew…]

Sihwa raised her hand and wiped away the cold sweat.

[Without sweating that much even in high-level dungeons.]

[I’d rather have two dungeons. No, I will go around three times.]

… It seems to her that her home is a former market place.

[Still, my mother. Sihwa, I like you very much.]

Of course, at first I had a hard time explaining what Sihwa was like, but in the end I managed to understand my parents.

From then on, both her mother and her father liked Sihwa.

[…Yes?]

I think the corners of my lips have risen a bit…

[Then I will look for the next restaurant.]

After all, on that day, he wouldn’t be able to tell how hard he chose…

The clumsy woman was very lovely.

* *

“Then when do you plan to get married?”

Sihwa looked at me with a curious expression.

“I have no idea yet.”

It should be done within 4 years.

“Hmm…”

Sihwa made a strange expression, and she staggered forward in front of me.

“If only.”

Her bright gold hair fluttering in the wind.

“I don’t know when it will be, but if you don’t choose me in the future.”

The light of her street lamp shone on her like a light on her stage.

“Because I plan to live single for the rest of my life.”

One corner of Sihwa’s lips rose above her cheeks.

“Think well. Choi In-wook.”

I was forced to swallow my saliva at her threats.