They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System-Chapter 36 - An Idle Mind is the Devil’s Workshop

Her next question, however, nearly broke his composure.

“So… is that why you were punching the wall?

To stop the muscle atobi?” she asked with wide eyed curiosity.

He stopped and turned slightly, staring at her as if her stupidity were contagious.

Punching a wall to cure muscle atrophy?

He almost laughed at the absurdity but quickly caught himself.

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Without a word, Four turned away, deliberately increasing the distance between them as though her ignorance might physically affect him.

Nnenna raised an eyebrow, watching his retreat.

“What?

That’s not it?

Then why are you punching the wall?

Is this some special therapy technique?

Or are you just mad at it?”

Four said nothing, his cold silence acting as both his shield and his response.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered with a small shake of her head.

“But don’t worry, I’ll figure you out someday, Four.

Even if it takes forever.”

He didn’t react.

Whatever flicker of amusement he had felt earlier was buried under layers of icy indifference.

“If it’s not that, then what is it?” she asked again, trying to probe further, her persistence unwavering.

Silence.

Four’s expression remained impassive, offering no answers.

“Fine,” she said with a huff, crossing her arms.

“If you don’t want to talk, let it be.

But just try to move your arms and legs more, that’s physical therapy, isn’t it?

And if it’s something else that’s bothering you, maybe try not to dwell on it.

Some thoughts can be…”

Her voice trailed off mid sentence, the unfinished thought hanging in the air.

Four glanced at her, curiosity flickering in his otherwise cold gaze.

But she didn’t notice, too absorbed in her own thoughts to catch the subtle change.

At this moment, her mind wandered to the tangled threads of her past and present, a web that only seemed to tighten around her whenever she gave it space.

The thoughts were dark and consuming, clawing at her resolve and leaving a painful throb in her head every time they surfaced.

In this life, the Achebe family still didn’t treat her as one of their own, and deep down, she knew why, a reason they thought she was oblivious to.

She already knew she was adopted.

At six years old, she had been taken in, her biological parents nothing more than fading shadows in her memory.

They were most likely gone, and no amount of wishful thinking could change that.

Her chest ached as her heart slowly broke under the weight of the realization that had haunted her for years.

‘I will never have a real home, will I?’ The words echoed in her mind, tearing through her spirit like a relentless storm.

She blinked rapidly, trying to banish the tears threatening to spill.

But the question lingered, raw and unresolved, as if the answer had already been etched into her soul long ago.

The man kept his gaze on her, confusion clouding his cold expression.

‘Why does she look like she is about to cry?’ Nothing he had done just now warranted this reaction.

He mulled over the scenario, replaying their interaction.

He had tested her resilience with more intensity than he ever used with others.

For most people, one percent of his icy demeanor was enough to send them stumbling away, retreating awkwardly.

Yet she had endured at least twenty percent without flinching, standing firm against his indifference and sharp words.

So why was she tearing up now, when he had done absolutely nothing?

Was it something else?

Or had he miscalculated this girl entirely?

Then again, it didn’t matter, did it?

He dismissed the sight of her tears as irrelevant, convincing himself there was no reason to be concerned.

Without another glance at her, he sat down, grabbed his phone, and forced his attention onto work.

The faint sound of her sobs filled the room, but he tuned it out, or tried to.

Minutes passed, yet his focus refused to cooperate.

Every hiccup, every trembling breath she released chipped away at the barrier he had erected.

By the time ten minutes had gone by, his concentration was completely shattered.

He thought about sending her out.

After all, it wasn’t like he had invited her into the room in the first place, right?

Five more minutes passed, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

The sound of her broken sobs gnawed at his patience, tugging at the edges of his resolve.

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, a sharp flicker of annoyance crossing his face.

Finally, he broke the silence.

“Keep yourself busy,” he said, his voice low but firm.

Nnenna looked up in surprise, her swollen eyes meeting his.

She had been so consumed by her thoughts that she had almost forgotten someone else was in the room.

“What?” she asked, her voice cracked and fragile, carrying the weight of her earlier tears.

“Keep yourself busy so you won’t think sad thoughts.

An idle mind is the devil’s workshop, right?” he said, his tone indifferent as he turned back to his phone.

Nnenna “.??”

With the girl now too stunned to continue sobbing, he could finally focus.

She sat in a daze, staring at him for what felt like ages.

Her mind replayed his words, trying to piece together whether they were meant to help or dismiss her.

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