If the System could see everyone's affinity towards themselves, then Misaki and Hoshina might be in the genuine love stage of eighty or ninety, but Reiko Onodera was definitely surpassing ninety-nine!
She had never told Haruka Yuzan what she wanted, nor had she ever actively asked for his help.
Even the madam's wish list was of the kind that considered others first.
Always quietly standing behind him, modestly offering herself, if she encountered any difficulties in life, the madam would also quietly cope alone in her room, never affecting anyone else.
This kind of people-pleasing personality really needed to change...
"What, what do I want?"
Reiko Onodera murmured softly, her sorrowful eyes falling into a brief state of confusion and melancholy. Yes, what did she truly want?
She wanted her daughter to have a happy life, she wanted Haruka's future life to be happy, she wanted everyone in the villa to be joyful...
"I don't want anything, as long as you all are happy, that's enough."
Reiko Onodera smiled and shook her head, dispelling those transient distracting thoughts and once again putting on that familiar gentle smile.
Observing this, Haruka Yuzan shook his head:
"Sister Reiko, you've done more than enough for us. It's time to think about what you truly want."
Though a people-pleaser ultimately benefited from it, he really couldn't bear to see such a gentle and kind-hearted madam continue in confusion.
The madam's life seemed to have always been lived for others, no, everyone has their own beautiful chapters, and that included Sister Reiko. She shouldn't always sacrifice herself...
He looked into those beautiful eyes, his gaze filled with sincerity.
Silence, wordless, a tense atmosphere filled the room.
Haruka Yuzan sighed softly:
"Think about it, Sister Reiko, what it is that you really want, what kind of life you want, what kind of life journey."
Moments later, lying in the boy's embrace, dressed in a white lace-edged nightgown, Reiko Onodera finally spoke up with a tone of disappointment:
"I don't know, Haruka, I really don't know..."
Seeing the dejected lady, Haruka Yuzan responded with a smile, gently stroking the madam's hair, consoling her:
"It's okay, there's plenty of time, I will always be by your side, waiting for the day you find what's truly yours..."
He remembered the first time he met the madam. It was an afternoon filled with cherry blossoms, the dim sunlight scattered in the living room, shining on Sister Reiko, who radiated with maternal glow, his first real tenant.
"Whether it's the past, the present, or the future, I will always be by your side, Sister Reiko... so, please be assured, okay?"
Haruka Yuzan gazed deeply, embracing the lovely lady in his arms, using his most passionate and sincere means to reach her heart.
"Yes, I believe you, Haruka..."
Having said that, she tiptoed and kissed Haruka Yuzan directly.
A kiss that sealed their relationship, not a mere peck, but one that was the purest form of fervor.
The night in Tokyo, aglow with lights...
From high above, the entire city looked like a massive lightbox, dazzlingly bright. The crisscrossing streets were like glittering ribbons, threading through every corner of this metropolis.
In the top-floor office of a skyscraper.
Otome Mizuko lay back in her spacious executive chair, rubbing the slightly aching corners of her eyes, in front of the young lady were countless documents and files.
However, thinking of meeting Haruka Yuzan soon, a breathtakingly beautiful smile subtly appeared on her face.
Before long, a knocking sound came from the office door, lasting for two to three seconds, and the secretary, holding a folder, pushed the door open and walked in to report:
"Madam, should we cancel the dinner invitation from the Yasuda family?"
"What does their banquet have to do with me?"
Otome Mizuko waved her hand dismissively, "Don't delay me from going to Haruka."
"But it seems that there is business to discuss with the Yasudas, and the president said that you must go in person."
The secretary hesitated, but still conveyed the message from Otome Toyama.
"If there's business to be discussed, let him go!"
Otome Mizuko said impatiently, "Either reschedule or don't talk at all, I'm going home now!"
Having said that, the young lady stood up from the executive chair and turned to walk out of the office.
Watching her retreating figure, the secretary anxiously followed.
"I already broke my promise to have dinner with Haruka tonight, if I go back any later, wouldn't I be making Haruka wait even more?"
"Tell the Yasuda family if they want to talk business, they can come and schedule an appointment with me, not the other way around, got it?"
The young lady ordered as she walked, while the secretary hurriedly followed behind, already thinking about how to tactfully relay the lady's words to the president.
Office workers still at their desks bowed to Otome Mizuko as she passed, their nervous haste betraying their fear of being fired at any misstep.
It couldn't be helped; the employment pressure in the Island Country was just , especially for a nationally renowned company like Otome Group, where the rat race was intense!
You don't want to work? There are plenty of others who do.
If you don't work hard today, you might be packing up and leaving tomorrow...
In the parking lot, the driver had already been waiting for a while; Otome Mizuko couldn't even wait for the secretary to open the door for her and got right into the back seat of the car.
"Haruka, wait for me, I'll be back soon."
Just thinking about this being her first cohabitation with Haruka Yuzan had the young lady bubbling with excitement!
"Madam, madam, you haven't had dinner yet, would you like to eat something first? You've only had one meal today, and if the madam finds out, she might scold you again," said the personal secretary, who had also gotten in the car, with a worried look as he watched his mistress's happiness.
"No need, just go straight to the villa, I want to see Haruka."
Otome Mizuko waved her hand unconcernedly; what did it matter if she hadn't had dinner as long as she could see Haruka?
The black sedan drove out of the building and quickly disappeared into the night.
The little creature that had been passionately working in the room, dressed in minimal clothing, suddenly heard a knock at the door.
The little guy rubbed his somewhat sore wrist and looked up, blinking his big eyes curiously and calling out towards the door, "Who is it? What's up? The room isn't locked, just come on in!!" Newest update provıded by novel⁂fire.net
Roast Meat, lying on the desk, raised his chubby bun-like face, his black bean eyes filled with a look of 'I've seen it all before.'
"Hey, Roast Meat, what's with that look?!"
Misaki Saki frowned at the cat's disdain, but still hopped down from the wooden chair and scampered over to the door.