Louzen's attitude instantly turned firm. Even his unstable emotions couldn't make him think why his wife had ignored him. His eyes were sharp and cold. He thought the wife of the owner of the body thought of her husband as trash!
He got up from the sofa and slightly lowered his face, looking down at Lidya. "Sorry. It seems you don't need to learn to love me. I can see that you and your mother don't value me. So, why am I still here? Wouldn't it be better for me to go?"
"You can't do that, Zen! I know, wrong. But I'm trying to open my heart to you. How can you be that cruel and throw me away? I don't accept it!"
Lidya hugged Louzen's arm tightly. No matter what, he wouldn't let Louzen go. She had already fallen in love with her husband; how could she accept being dumped?
Louzen firmly let go of Lidya's hands that were clinging to his arms. He stared intently at Lydia, making her even more emotional and disgusted. "Enough, Lydia! Say nothing more. I need time to digest it all. Sorry…" He emphasized everything and turned around, choosing to leave the house.
'To hell with the wife and mother-in-law! I'd better find a target to earn money.' His mind was burning with emotion.
The door of the house opened, and Louzen just realized that it was still noon. But, unfortunately, his bad luck didn't stop there; just a few steps from leaving the house, his stomach made a sound asking him to fill.
"Not! Not now!" she screamed in frustration.
Wanting to go back home, Louzen already said harshly to his wife. The prestige, of course, is to beg for food from his savage wife and mother-in-law.
"Hungry. In fact, how many days has the owner of the body not eaten? How come it's still noon when your stomach is ringing? If you knew this, you should have eaten until you were full, then left the house. It's a shame today."
Pushing himself, Louzen walked down the street, much like a bum and beggar. Moreover, Louzen only wore a t-shirt and worn jeans.
Looking at his shabby-looking self, Louzen was disgusted. "Only this time, an X is wearing sloppy clothes. What endless misfortunes!" Louzen complained for the umpteenth time.
The feet continue to wander. Louzen looked around for a strange place he had seen for the first time. If observed from the buildings, vehicles, and people passing by, it is clear that this is like the place he lived in when he was on earth. However, there was one thing that made Louzen confused. What city is he in now?
Thirty minutes passed without any certainty of where to go. So the killing must also be calculated carefully. They don't just see that there are rich people; they are targets. That's equivalent to dying, and X isn't that wild.
Frustrated at having no money, Louzen thought looking for a job like a porter wouldn't be alright too. But, there is a reasonably large market not far from where he is. So there must be menial jobs for a man like him.
Once again, X's self-esteem plummeted to the bottom. Ignore the handsome face and the firm jaw that Louzen has. Filling the stomach is the main thing now. He rushed into the market, wandered around the traditional market, and looked around in case someone might need his strength.
When Louzen looked around, his gaze accidentally fell on a fashionable and naturally beautiful woman who had difficulty carrying her groceries.
Judging from her grumbling face, the woman looked troubled. But, then, where are the bodyguards? Don't rich women always have guards beside them?
I didn't want to think any further and just wanted to help. Louzen approached. "Let me carry it. It looks like the groceries are heavy." With a faint smile, he immediately took the three large bags from the woman's hand. "Where's the car?"
The woman was dazed for a moment, looking intensely at Louzen to ignore what Louzen said.
It was natural for the foreign woman to be stunned. But, behind the shabby clothes like scavengers, there is Louzen's handsome face who can beat top actors. Exotic skin color, tall, sturdy body, masculine look, firm jaw, and sharp eyes. Where is there a woman who is not submissive to him?
The problem is, why doesn't his wife love him? Whatever happened between Louzen and Lidya to be considered a husband and son-in-law of trash?
Though the answer is obvious, Louzen is unemployed and lazy. It's okay to ignore it. It's just that X's minimal brain capacity made him not realize it.
Ignoring that, Louzen again called out to the woman staring at him without blinking. "Miss?"
As soon as the woman came to her senses, she gasped in surprise, caught staring openly. Then, not wanting things to get awkward, the woman smiled sweetly at Louzen. "Ah… sorry. I was thinking about something else. My car is in the parking lot. Not far from here, really."
"Hm. Please show me the way." Louzen was carrying three large bags on both his arms and shoulders.
The woman walked first, followed by Louzen. They exited the area within the market to a parking lot not far from there. The traditional market area here is practically modern, like a mall. Pretty clean, and somebody neatly arranged the parking.
Following many neatly lined up cars, they finally arrived at the side of a black sedan with a horse logo in front of it.
"We have arrived." Said the woman when she got to the side of the sedan. He opened the car trunk and allowed Louzen to load his groceries.
"Has everything been brought?" Ask Louzen.
"That's all. Thank you, yes. If I may ask, what is your name?"
The woman stretched out her hand without hesitation. Louzen accepted the outstretched hand and answered. "Louzen." His answer was flat, and he immediately pulled back his hand.
Even though she was surprised that Louzen looked cold and indifferent, the woman's cheeks lit up. It was clear from his demeanor that an unnamed woman had an interest in him.
Not wanting to stay too long, Louzen said goodbye. "Since done, I have to go. Excuse me."
He turned around and left. Louzen didn't want to avoid getting too deeply involved with the people of this world. After all, he was just a lost soul in this world. Moreover, his job as a hitman, the more he restrains himself so that the people around him don't get into unnecessary trouble.
The woman ran after Lauzen, who was already far away, and shouted. "Hey, wait! My name is Emile Rochester. Remember that!"
Louzen just raised his hand without turning his head. He closed his eyes and sighed. 'It's too early for you to admire me, young lady. I'm not as good as you think.'