His Cute Wife is a Little Crazy-Chapter 669

Chapter 669: A DELICATE GIRL

Emi felt the cold voice sweep over her body like ice.

She understood Yagi was worried about Misaki, but he did not need to speak to her like she was a criminal. The least he could do was inquire about the situation normally instead of assuming she had done something wrong.

But most of all, she could not believe he called her Ms Shio.

The polite name was appropriate, but Yagi was always anxious to use a closer form of address with her. Now, he just pushed that aside to distance her during the interrogation. And to think she had so much conflict in her heart as she thought about a romantic possibility between them.

“You can wait for Misaki and talk with her.” Emi took a deep breath and answered.

“I am asking you,” Yagi responded firmly. “What did you say to her?”

“Why do you assume I said something to her? Do you think I would do something to harm her?” Emi lost the sadness, and her heart was filled with anger and disappointment.

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Yagi pursed his lips in frustration before speaking. “Misaki never cries.”

Emi laughed sarcastically. “You are an arrogant ass if you think that is a good thing. Have you heard of a young girl who does not cry once in a while? Even boys at her age shed tears quite easily. Ask yourself why she would never cry.”

Yagi was speechless.

He could not find the right response to the words.

And his clouded mind was quickly clearing up from the initial anger he had when he first came to the kitchen. The clarity left him feeling a little lost. He could not even understand why he was angry at Emi when he arrived at the kitchen.

Logically, he knew Emi would not do anything to hurt Misaki. She was a good teacher, and she genuinely cared about her students. Also, Misaki obviously liked her a lot. It was impossible to think Emi would turn against Misaki.

However, when he left the office to come and see the progress, he heard loud wailing. The broken cries of his child were like little swords in his heart. So, he rushed to the kitchen and found Misaki crying in Emi’s arms.

The scene should have registered to him that Emi was offering comfort to his niece. But all he could see was Misaki crying. Apart from when Misaki was a baby, she never cried like that at all. She was a tough girl who liked to face things head-on.

Now, hearing Emi’s words, he realised he had been indeed arrogant. Children cried at some point to let out frustration, even if they were not the kind to tear up when injured. Moreover, little girls would cry to their parents just to act spoiled.

His Misaki was closed off and either showed a happy or angry expression. It was like she was afraid or incapable of showing other emotions. He had never questioned her tough girl attitude before because he did not know much about raising children.

It was his fault for not being keen on her emotional condition.

And he blamed the good teacher for nothing.

“Emi...” He said, wondering how to apologise for casting stones without thought.

Unfortunately, Emi was already hurt by his attitude. Even the soft call of her name could not move her. In fact, the simple address was like a knife into her chest when she remembered the cold ‘Ms Shio’ just a few moments ago.

“Mr Yagi, I will offer you a piece of unsolicited advice. There is no maintenance and repair manual for children. You need to respond to the situation as needed instead of treating it like a technical task with wins and losses.” She paused for a moment.

“As for the reason she was crying, you deserve to know as her parent. She wonders about her mother and keeps imagining the worst about her and herself. Everyone wonders about their origin, what it means and how much it will influence them, especially at Misaki’s age.”

After saying these words, she removed her apron and hat. There was no need to continue staying in the Yagi house because the lesson could not continue. The ingredients were already ruined anyway. And she could not remain there in good faith.

She calmly placed the things on the table and started walking out of the kitchen. She did not spare Yagi another look because of the sour weight on her little heart. It was a burden she was not sure she could bear before she burst out into tears.

As she was passing the door, Yagi caught her arm to stop her from leaving in anger. He was afraid if she left like this, he would lose his chance at love forever. He could not imagine his life without Emi, even though he had not known her for long.

“I am sorry. I was worried about Misaki and just reacted. I know you were trying to help, and she trusts you enough to share her worries. I am the only one she has had for so long, and I can be a bit overprotective.” Yagi said.

The apology was heartfelt and utterly sincere, and Emi’s soul was almost moved. But in her heart, she was just a delicate girl. She never suffered grievances, and she did not know how to deal with disappointment. So, the apology was heard and even accepted, but she was already hurt.

She could not pretend to be fine because of the apology.

“Please let go of my arm.” She said calmly, holding back that persistent weight in her heart, and the tears.

“No,” Yagi replied stubbornly. “Please give me a chance.”

Emi lifted her eyes and looked at Yagi. “Do not force me to take action.”

Yagi looked at the large dark eyes. They were always sparkling with pure warmth, happiness and sometimes, mischief. Now, he could see something stirring in the depths like a violent whirlpool, a maelstrom of darkness.

Her aura changed from the calm he knew to peculiar killing intent. No, it was not killing intent. If he could put it simply, it was the turbulent energy of someone who wanted to destroy things. As a boss in the underworld, he knew all kinds of people.

And she carried the turbulent violence of a youthful hooligan or school gangster who enjoyed mayhem and madness.

But that could not be right.

Still, he let go of her arm and watched her leave without another word.

He did not know how long he stood at the kitchen door. His deep thoughts were broken by Misaki, who returned to the kitchen looking refreshed. She was not the same girl who was crying in the kitchen not too long ago.

“Uncle, where is Teacher Shio?” She asked, looking around anxiously.