The Guy Who Messed Up Is Gradually Doing His Best - Chapter 122

It seemed that whispering was quite a high hurdle for women who weren’t used to men. She brought her face close to my ear once, but immediately turned bright red and pulled away.

She had tried several times, but in the end, it turned into a regular casual chat…

Amidst all this, only Nishikawa-san engaged in hushed conversations with her face flushed red. Nishikawa Tomomi-san is a 34-year-old lawyer (looking like she’s in her early 20s), had her hair tied back in a single bun, exuding the aura of a capable businesswoman. She seemed to have a tough personality, but she was drawn to the profession of law and chose it…

“I want to be your strength.”

Huh? Suddenly, I tilted my head at the words whispered to her.

“What does that mean…?”

“Well, first of all, I want to say thank you. Thank you for choosing someone like me, a workaholic… for giving me the opportunity to talk with you…”

“? No, it’s not like that. I just wanted to talk too…!?”

While I was talking, it seemed Nishikawa-san’s face got even closer, and her breath suddenly hit my ear, surprising me.

“Oh, I see. You are a good-natured man as well. To be honest, I didn’t think I would be chosen. I was planning to contact you later.”

Noticing that I was tense or surprised, she whispered in my ear. She must have whispered in my ear to avoid being overheard by those around us…

Her personality too? I felt a twinge at her words, but without caring about that, she continued speaking.

“So, when I say I want to help you, it’s about your family.”

“Family… is it?”

Right now, the only one I can call family is Kaori. Is there something wrong with Kaori… or could it be… no way.

“Yes, it’s about your mother and sister.”

“Huh? My mom and sister…”

This person knows me. But why…

“Since there are various procedures, it’s not something that needs to be done immediately, but it is necessary to have contact with you at least once to accurately understand what kind of person you are…”

“…”

“Are you doubting me?”

“To be honest, if you need to make contact just once, you could meet on a regular day. Saying that at a matchmaking party lacks persuasiveness, don’t you think…?”

“Y-you make a valid point. However, I have my own circumstances to consider, and I won’t be asking you to become my fiancé just to owe me a favor or to help me out. So rest assured, this is for the sake of my friend.”

“For a friend… is it?”

“Yeah. It’s for a friend, and besides, I’m also interested in you… no, never mind, it’s for a friend.”

“Yes.”

“Your behavior today is one thing, but when I look into your past interactions and treatment of women, your wife, and your guardian, and even after being estranged from your family, the more I investigate, the less I can believe you were such a problematic person capable of causing a family to collapse. Well, aside from being forcibly separated from your family and reflecting on your own, there’s no other reason for it to be like this, but compared to other men, you’ve changed too much. One of the reasons is that you are still sending money. I don’t know a single man who would do such a thing.”

“I had other sources of income besides the male allowance… that’s all there is to it.”

“That’s all there is to it. Well, it’s fine. Your actions are very pleasing to women, but because of that, my friend has lost her confidence… Recently, she’s been holed up and not working, oh, excuse me. Well, it can’t be undone, but I hope we can at least make it a little better for both of us… I understand. I’m imposing my own circumstances on you. Still, I would like to ask for your cooperation.”

“Then…”

Oh, so that lawyer is a recluse. I did something bad. The reason she thinks of me that way now is because the memories of my past life have resurfaced, and if it weren’t for that, I probably wouldn’t have reflected on it at all. No, I would have just been throwing things around and shouting, and I would have starved to death like that… I can’t say something like that…

I don’t know, but there exists an organization in the country that is not publicly known. It’s an institution that protects men with weak hearts, called the Men’s Heart Association (also known as the Men’s Heart Break). Men who are protected by such an organization will be managed (monitored) for life in a certain facility.

“Far from being a nuisance, it’s a very appreciated offer, but this situation is a result of my own actions. Nishikawa-san’s friend did the right thing. Please let her know not to worry too much.”

There’s no way I have the right to that when my mom hates me…

“…Hmm. You feel that strongly!? I understand. I will convey your words properly, but I also want to see your smile… Oh, it seems it’s time. I, who am not suited for this occasion, shall take my leave now.”

“Huh?”

“I can’t go into details, but with the help of an acquaintance, I ended up here. However, being here after doing such a thing makes me feel sorry for the women who are genuinely trying their best at this matchmaking party. Well then, see you again, Gouda Taketo-kun. It was a very precious and meaningful time. Thank you.”

So, Nishikawa-san suddenly took both my hands and shook them after she whispered in my ear.

“Hehe.”

With a smile that seemed to say her prank had succeeded, she took out a small recording device from her chest and winked at me.

“I’ll make sure to deliver your voice responsibly.”

“Wh!?”

While I was taken aback, she left the venue.

I can’t believe it, but apparently, she recorded our conversation. I don’t think I said anything weird, but lawyers are scary, aren’t they?

At that moment, I truly felt that way, but soon after, Mil-san whispered to me, “Taketo-sama, if you’re worried, should I go break that recording device she just used?”

Mil-san doesn’t mention things she can’t do, so it might be easy for her, but I don’t want Mil-san to do such dangerous things (high-risk matters against a lawyer).

Moreover, if something inconvenient for me were recorded, they would keep it hidden. There’s no need to show it to me on purpose.

While I was thinking about such things, Mil-san stood up and looked like she was about to run off.

“Mil-san, wait… huh!?”

I hurriedly grabbed Mil-san’s wrist to stop her, but I lost my balance and fell in a way that made it look like I was hugging her. Mil-san also wrapped her hand around my head to protect it.

“!?!”

My body was thick, and Mil-san’s hand protected my head. It doesn’t hurt. It didn’t hurt, but when I collapsed, I felt my lips touch something soft for a moment.

Hmm, since Mil-san’s face is so close, or rather, touching my cheek… could it be… Mil-san quickly pulled her face away, but…

“Mi, Mil-san, I’m sorry. You fell because of me, right?”

“It’s okay.”

Mil-san responds as if nothing happened. However, Mil-san’s ears are slightly red.

This is probably… I think I accidentally kissed Mil-san. What should I do? No, it’s not a matter of what to do. This is the second time I’ve kissed Mil-san. Both times were my fault. I have to apologize again.

“Mi, Mil-san, that…”

“Ahaha, Kento, what are you doing? Is Milmilun okay too?”

“Yes.”

Since Nene-san came to wake me up while laughing (it takes time to get up by myself because I’m transformed), I was able to stand up immediately, but once I missed the timing to apologize,

“Mil-san, um…”

“Kento-chi and Milmilun, hurry up and sit down.”

I haven’t really had the chance to apologize, and besides, Nene-san, who came back next to me, has started calling Mil-san “Milmilun” without me noticing, which is a bit enviable.

In the end, it became free talk time without being able to apologize to Mil-san.