(Latest Chapter) Read I Don’t Recommend a Blunder with a Male Friend - Chapter 69

Ji Seo Joon heaved a deep sigh under my gaze, which was more burdensome than the chunky ring on the fourth finger of Olive Yu’s left hand.

“Olivia got married earlier this year. She came to Korea following her husband.”
She was a married woman. A married woman! My taste buds went numb at this unexpected development.

“Olivia! Why are you putting that back in your bag?”
A line I’ve heard often slipped out.

“Huh? Oh. I was going to throw it away later.”
This was also a line I’ve heard often.

“Throw it out now.”
“But……”
Olive Yu was classifying trash and nontrash, glancing at Ji Seo Joon. Seeing this, Ji Seo Joon finally relaxed his forehead and scooped some potato stew onto his plate.

A married woman…… She was a married woman.

Wellcooked cabbage and shepherds purse, meat attached generously to the bone. The adequately boiled potato stew was emitting a tempting smell. Olive Yu, a married woman whose attention was stolen by such a stew, stretched out her arm to Ji Seo Joon.

“Can’t I scoop my own?”
Then she snatched Ji Seo Joon’s ladle.

It was unsettling. Ji Seo Joon and I were watching her with uneasy eyes.

“Ah!”
Eventually, our fears became reality.

The woman, who was whining while choosing the biggest bone to put in her bowl, lost grip of a bone with a lot of meat on it, and the stew splashed. The white dress she wore began to get stained as the potato stew splattered on it.

“Ah.”
She put down the ladle and began to wipe with a wet tissue. Looking at her dress that had become even more of a mess, she calmly put down the wet tissue and picked up the ladle again to scoop the potato stew.

Ji Seo Joon sighed deeply and handed me the potato stew that he had scooped earlier.

“I’m a designer, you know. Quite famous, too.”
Olivia suddenly started to boast about herself.

“So, I was looking for a workspace, and I remembered the neighborhood where Jun used to live, you know? So, I took a taxi there impulsively, but I couldn’t remember it at all.”
She said, diligently stripping the meat off the bone.

“I ended up getting lost and wandering around, and that’s when I saw Ms. Da Yul. How about that? Quite a coincidence, right?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. I see.”
She didn’t stop talking as she ate her potato stew.

“I told my husband, and he was very grateful.”
The word ‘husband’ still sounded very awkward coming from Olive Yu’s mouth. I glanced at Ji Seo Joon, but he didn’t show any change in his expression, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

“It was a really lucky day, meeting both Da Yul and Jun. The taxi fare alone since coming to Seoul was substantial.”
She pouted her lips.

“Don’t fuss about Seoul. You did the same in the US.”
“Even so, it wasn’t this bad.”
“If it’s that bad, it’s a disease. The ‘can’tfindyourway disease.'”
“How cruel.”
Even to me, a woman, she was beautiful and full of charm. Her appearance could even turn the potato stew stains on her dress into a fashion statement, but Ji Seo Joon’s face showed no hint of sweetness.

The relief I felt at this lasted only a moment.

“Huh? Where’s my phone?”
She stirred up a fuss searching for her phone.

“You put it in your bag earlier.”
When I couldn’t watch any longer and spoke up, she clapped her hands lightly.

“Ah! That’s right. Da Yul, you seem very attentive and meticulous.”
“Huh?”
It was the first time in my life hearing those words.

“Pfft.”

Ji Seo Joon snickered beside me, but no retort came to mind, so I just shut my mouth and continued eating my potato stew. Regardless of how full I was, I had to eat fried rice, so I even mixed rice and ate it on my way out.

“Well, I should get going. We’ll see each other again, right?”
“Maybe… I guess so?”
“That’s a relief! Then I’ll be on my way. Jun, take care.”
She turned around without any lingering sentiment and disappeared into the crowd. She had dropped a massive bomb and disappeared just like a white butterfly.

The white butterfly had to go back into the restaurant upon realizing she was wearing someone else’s shoes instead of her own upon leaving the restaurant.

Looking at Olive Yu’s retreating figure, I felt anxious as if I had left a child by the waterside.

“Is it okay to let her go like that?”
“It should be fine. Her brother is coming, so it should be okay.”
“Brother?”
The woman who was gobbling down her fried rice received a message that her husband was nearby to pick her up and broke into a hearty laugh. She recited the route to the meeting place several times, waved a lively goodbye upon leaving the restaurant, and disappeared.

But, brother…