As Mu turned back and leave, his eyes sparkled in mystifying satisfaction…
This time, it was Yoi that had a short circuit.
Brother in law?
So that means Mu’s ex-wife was actually his sister?!
By the time she worked things out, Mu was already few steps ahead. And she hurriedly caught up to him.
Mu never liked Japanese food. He didn’t like their mild and chilled flavour.
But today, he had an unspeaking meal.
When the meal was almost done, Yoi absent-mindedly asked, “Alistair, your ex-wife was actually Ralphy’s sister?”
“Yeah, what’s the matter?”
She observed that Mu appeared to be completely unbothered. And she shook her head mildly to stop overthinking. “Nothing, just asking. What a small world…” She murmured.
Mu couldn’t help but casted his mind back to the time when he first met her…
In his memory she was always wearing something thick and draggy. She had a slouching posture and on her pale face sat a dull, murky pair of glasses. He recalled she smelled like an old storeroom and she was unhygienic when she ate.
Her first impression was repulsive to Mu and so he never bothered to pay her further attention after that.
It was odd that he could recall to the last detail. His nose flared in irritation and a de-appetising stir crept up from his stomach.
“Don’t remind me of that woman!” Mu grumbled.
If it wasn’t to get on Ralphy’s nerves, he would’ve long forgotten about his ex-wife.
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