A week later.
Ding dong~
Kyouko walked to the front door, her slippers making soft sounds on the wooden floor. She checked the intercom screen, her brow slightly furrowed.
"Who is it?"
The grainy image cleared.
"Ah, it's me. Mrs. Minami's charming son."
Kyouko's expression instantly hardened.
"Go away."
"Aww~ come on, Miss Kyouko. Just a quick chat, right? Only five minutes. I promise I'll behave."
"I'm sorry. Please leave now."
Without waiting for another word, she pressed the button to turn off the intercom and silenced the doorbell, cutting off his voice completely.
She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath through her nose, clearly irritated.
Men like that… she'd seen them all her life. Smooth talkers, always lurking around when they thought a woman might be vulnerable. The kind who never knew love,only opportunity,and how quickly they could get someone into bed.
Trash, in her eyes.
They didn't love. They didn't care.
They only wanted one thing.
