How I Met Your Mother Crazy Eyes の小説・ストーリー

The guests criticized me again, “People get married to build a life together. You got married just to scheme against your mother-in-law, didn’t you?” “If everyone could get a million dollars just by getting married, why bother working? They might as well get money by taking a wife.” Their gazes were as sharp as blades that could kill. “A man as wicked and cunning as you would’ve been beaten to death back in the old days.” I did not bother arguing with them anymore. Instead, I walked over and turned on the giant screen in the banquet hall. Everyone could see the record of Emerald’s transfer to my bank account as well as our chat history.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

His mother and father started chuckling lightly. "Here's your glasses back." James said as he put them back on my face. "Thanks!" I lifted up and went back to my seat. Ceri's aura finally calmed down, but now he seemed grumpy. I was gonna ask him about it but his mother asked me a question. "So. You say you've gotten your eyes from your mother? She must be quite gorgeous for you to be so beautiful. Do you live with her off campus? Where's home for you?"

But instead, they stood frozen, their faces impassive, their eyes unyielding. My mother's icy blue eyes bore into me with a look so detached it hurt more than my bruises. "What nonsense are you talking about?" she asked, her voice clipped and dripping with disbelief. "Mum, I’m not joking." I took a shaky step back, my voice cracking as I narrated the entire incident. My disheveled appearance, the bruises and cuts on my skin, and my bloodshot eyes should have been enough to convince her. How could she not see something was wrong?

I looked at the car plate number in the image, and its car plate number was the same as the one in my memory. I remembered. And here I was thinking why it looked so familiar. It was Hans and his family. When I finally reached home, I didn't care about anything and quickly made my way to Hans' home. I kept on feeling that if I was a little slower, something bad was going to happen and it was not a result I could accept. And that was the truth. I kept on banging on the door with as much strength as I could muster. The sounds attracted the neighbors nearby and they all came to ask me what was happening. I cried as I answered, "My mother-in-law sold Cara to Hans!"

Adelaide “Don’t roll your eyes at me, Adelaide,” Mom snapped. For some reason, she always seemed to have an extra set of eyes in the back of her head. I sighed, dropping my gaze. “I’m sorry, Mom.” “What did I tell you about looking down?” she said, making me snap my head back up again. Now forced to meet her eyes, I couldn’t do anything else but look at the woman in front of me. The monster who birthed me…

My eyes stayed locked on the screen, my nails reduced to stubs, while I heard my mother coming down the stairs. "Look at all these treasures I found, darling!" she exclaimed. I didn't take my eyes off the television, still focused on the delayed start. "What did you find?" I asked absentmindedly. "If you'd just turn around, you'd see what your mother is trying to show you."

He said and I looked at the wristwatch in my hand for time. "Looks like we are going to be late for the meeting, good thing I'm the owner of the company," I said and we both burst into laughter, I looked out the window and went into deep thought. I would have loved to meet with the mother of those boys, I don't know why but I'm so curious to know. Those boys must have gotten those eyes from somewhere right? And the fact that they have the same eyes as Mia is crazy. Maybe I'm just imagining things, besides it's been sick years since I last saw Mia. I probably don't remember the color of her eyes anymore. Anyway, it doesn't look like the thought is going away anytime soon.