I’ll Just Be Friends With My Ex-Husband

Gerald begged me for an answer.

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I stared at him stubbornly.
His face, which resembled a marine doll, seemed like it was about to burst into tears.

What was this? Did he resemble Alexid .
.
.
?

Alexid, who cried a lot.
I meant him.

He cried every day at home, but now he was pretending to be mature and showing off next to someone’s mother.

Maybe it’s because he’s in front of Veronica? Veronica was there, too.

Such a pretentious brat!

“I stared at you because you look pretty.”

I answered carelessly.
Did I make a mistake?

Gerald smiled brightly.

“Then if you want to look at something pretty again, will you keep looking at me?”

Oh, this is crazy.

This is really .
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.

Why did this kid keep on knocking on my heart? The more I listen to him, the more fatal it’s becoming.
Where did he learn such a line like that?

It is clear that he was possessed again.

Be careful, Lulu.

It’s dangerous to eat everything that’s given to you.

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Keep in mind that Gerald was like a poisonous butterfly in comparison.
A poisonous butterfly that could paralyze you after touching it.

I stepped back, chewing on a snack.

“Will you? Will you keep looking at me?” He approached me again

Oh, my God.
You’re putting me to a test again.

I pushed Gerald’s head away with my hand.

“Be quiet,” I answered as bluntly as I could.

Do you think you’ll get away with it? Absolutely not.

I know how it always ends with you, Gerald.

He smiled and put chocolate in my mouth.
The more I ate, I realized that melting chocolate made me feel better.
I don’t know where Gerald learned this foxy act from.

Oh, my God.

That’s right.

He must be a fox, not a unicorn.

* * *

A letter came from Billiers.

Billiers had been writing to me quite honestly.
As I was sincere, Billiers was the same as well.

I don’t think I can buy medicine from anyone else now.

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If someone was just as good as Billiers, then that would feel like a scam.
No one was better than him.

[As for monster blood, it will take some time to refine it to make medicine because it is easily detoxified.
That’s not going to be enough.]

Just because I gave him information, do I have to do the research by myself too?

Hmm, this is too much.
I can’t do all the work!

No, no.
There is a chance that Billiers may have an idea about it, so he must have a reason for asking me this.

“Oh, it’s insidious.
What the hell are you thinking?” With a sigh, I opened the letter up and down.

“Oh my god!” I was surprised when I turned my head to see a familiar species standing in front of me.

“What, what!”

I stood up straight in astonishment.
I saw Alexid smiling brightly.

This kid had been in a good mood ever since the brunch.

What’s going on?

“What’s the matter?” I asked, already calming myself down.

“Well .
.
.
look at this, Lulu!” He said, with his eyes sparkling.
“Am I pretty?”

What is with this guy named Gerald and that guy named Alexid?

Why are you guys asking me if you look pretty? Are you going to participate in a children’s beauty pageant?

Oh, my.

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I looked and stared at Alexid from head to toe.

He was neatly dressed.
Alexid had been out of suspenders for a long time because of his good character development.

He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and blue pants.
And a light knit vest and a red bow tie.

It looked cute, suitable for his age.

He looked like a little gentleman.

His crazy hair, which had been scattered about every day, was neat and tidy.

I sighed.

Well, I’m old enough to dress up.

“You’re really—”

“Really? What?” he excitedly asked.
“Look closely! Huh?”

“You’re very pretty”.

You’re bothering me!

If only I could say that to his face.

“Where are you going?” I asked as he began to wriggle.

With his cheeks blushing, he kept tapping the floor.
He was completely different from the way he calmly talked with me during brunch not long ago.

You’re so pretentious.

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What’s wrong with him?

I felt like my face was distorted when I saw him getting embarrassed like that.

Whoops.

“What is it? Say it.”

And why don’t you get out of here?

Your sister is doing something important, Alexid.

“I’m going to see Veronica .
.
.”

“What?”

“Veronica .
.
.
I’m going to see her,” said Alexid as he kept on fluttering his eyelashes.

Oh, you’re dressed up for a date.

Whoo-hoo.

And now the past that happened before began to flash by.

“Kiss her! Marry her! Lulu and Zeze are getting married!”

The sight of my brother whose nose was bleeding, with his body running everywhere while screaming to spread rumors all over the neighborhood.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
It’s my personal belief to return what I received.

Now, this time .
.
.
I should do it to my brother as well.