Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 45

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 45

 

 

”Why are you so late?”

People scattered here and there take their seats in chairs. It means the ceremony is about to begin.

“…Ada, what do you think would happen if the groom’s ex-girlfriend attended Ada’s wedding? Especially if she brought the groom’s child with her?”

“First, I’d tear the groom’s face apart.”

“Right?”

No matter how cool Americans are supposed to be, this is a matter of basic courtesy.

“But only after the ceremony is completely over.”

“Huh?”

“That day is when I receive blessings from everyone I know.”

She couldn’t ruin her once-in-a-lifetime wedding because of just one person.

‘This is difficult.’

Wolves typically mate with only one partner for life.

They only take another mate when they lose their partner through an unexpected accident or death, and when they remarry like that, they also care for the children from their previous relationship.

But what would happen if the wife they thought they had lost reappeared? Even bringing their children with her.

‘There would be bloodshed.’

The former wife and current wife would tear at each other’s throats over the position of mate. To reclaim their original place, to be included in the larger pack, to avoid being driven out.

‘Or the former wife would cleanly turn away.’

The cubs who, though she had lost her place, were growing up well as part of the pack.

Rather than see her own children get hurt, it would be better to turn away.

That’s the nature of wolves.

“But why are you asking something like that?”

Instead of answering, Johann pointed to a chair close to the platform, and Emily, Ada, and Sandra Sherman burst into hollow laughter upon spotting Bridget Moynahan.

 

“The bride’s entrance!”

Johann, who had been looking at the groom who entered first, Tom Brady with his large build befitting an athlete, turns his head and freezes.

Seeing Giselle’s appearance as she emerged to the wedding march, he naturally understood the meaning of Emily’s earlier words that she would be the prettiest in her life.

“Wow.”

“Oh.”

A pure white goddess walking through applause that poured down like flower petals along with exclamations.

Steps taken with embarrassment, urgency, yet dignity.

Both hands holding a bouquet that seemed to gather all the beauty in the world.

Her straight back and slender, strong neckline, lips trembling with joy and anxiety, and eyes full of excitement.

Light emanated from every part of her.

‘So this is how beautiful they are.’

The existence called a bride.

She was so pretty that his eyes and mouth couldn’t part from her. So much so that he didn’t know how the ceremony proceeded.

Then finally came the last part.

“…Is there anyone among those who have come here today who objects to the marriage of these two people?”

Everyone’s gaze started to turn toward the groom’s ex-girlfriend but quickly scattered. As if trying to treat her as if she didn’t exist.

A terrible silence descended upon the church.

Johann whispered to Emily.

“What would happen if someone said they objected here?”

He suddenly became curious about that.

 

* * *

 

“Never! Absolutely never say something like that. Got it?!”

‘I know that much too….’

Johann rubbed his mouth that had to be covered until the ceremony ended and glared at Bridget Moynahan.

If it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t have thought of such curiosity. He was only curious because even the wedding guests were concerned about her.

After the ceremony ended and it became time for just the bride and groom and their friends, the people sitting in the audience got up and left the church.

They weren’t going home. They were heading to the banquet hall that Giselle and Tom Brady had prepared separately.

That location was a hotel banquet hall somewhere in LA.

 

“Thank you so much for coming and blessing us today, and both of us will rely on each other and do well in the future….”

Clink clink clink!

‘Huh?’

A sound interrupting Tom Brady’s words.

When Tom Brady’s friends tapped their wine glasses with spoons with mischievous expressions, people’s eyes lit up.

“Your speech is too long!”

“We didn’t come to see that!”

“…Phew. Those damn bastards.”

“Hahahaha!”

As all the wedding guests burst into laughter, Giselle approached Tom Brady with a seductive smile.

Then Tom Brady wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Ooooh!”

It was the moment when people made expectant expressions.

“Huh? Ada, you covered my eyes.”

“Mom, I can’t see in front.”

“Shh. Children shouldn’t watch.”

‘Ah, why. I’m American too.’

America where romance and physical affection are free. He had the right to watch too.

“Whew! Whoo!”

“Cool!”

“You must live well!”

“Now, we’ve seen the bride and groom’s kiss, so we should also see their dance!”

“Waaaah!”

“The MC is cool!”

“Music!”

Boom! Boom boom boom!

“Waaaah!”

A beat that powerfully resonated through the banquet hall.

As SEXY BACK, which everyone knew, played, everyone stood up, and Giselle and Tom Brady held hands and headed to the center of the banquet hall.

And the two people’s bodies….

“Why again!”

“Mooom!”

The three children whose eyes were covered struggled.

 

Thump thump thump thump thump!

The banquet hall with cheerful drum beats playing.

Some people danced, while others stood up with paper bags and headed toward Giselle and Tom Brady.

Time for gift presentation.

Johann also headed toward Giselle carrying a large item wrapped in wrapping paper.

“Johann! Emily!”

“Congratulations on your marriage, Giselle.”

“You look so beautiful today!”

“Hahaha! Thank you for coming to congratulate us. Ah, say hello to each other. This is the first time you’re actually meeting, right?”

“Hello, Mr. Brady. I’m Johann Jefferson.”

“I’m Emily Sherman.”

“Ah, you two are… Hello, I’m Tom Brady. Giselle has told me a lot about you. Thank you so much for coming to celebrate with us.”

‘His tone is kind, but…’

Johann’s expression becomes even more sullen.

Seeing this, Giselle bursts into laughter.

‘Could he be jealous?’

Her student suddenly looks like a boy his own age.

“This is it, right? Can I open it?”

“Of course.”

“What is this…”

Rip! Rip rip!

As he tears open the wrapping paper, a scene is revealed of a sunny lawn with Tom Brady hugging Giselle from behind.

“Oh, Gigi. This is that photo we took before, isn’t it? Did you ask them to enlarge it?”

“It’s not a photo, Tom.”

Giselle, her gaze fixed on the image of the two of them, speaks with trembling lips.

“What…?!”

Looking closer, something seems strange.

The people gathered around also look at the drawing again in surprise.

“I didn’t have much time, so I only drew it with colored pencils. Next time I’ll use paint or oil painting for you.”

“…No.”

This alone is more than enough.

“Of all the gifts I received today, this is my favorite…”

“The wedding scene.”

Gasp!

Even Tom Brady, who had been shocked after belatedly realizing it was a drawing, closes his mouth.

“Ahem. Could I ask you for one too?”

“But it will take some time.”

Using paint or oil painting takes a lot of time.

“When I’m receiving such artwork, would time be an issue?”

He could wait a month, even a year.

“Huh? But what’s this smiling face here?”

There’s a smile mark drawn in the bottom right corner of the painting.

Flinch!

This time Johann’s body freezes.

“…Well, you can think of it as my signature since I drew this piece properly.”

More precisely, it was because the ‘Art Student’ had strongly insisted on it.

The ‘Art Student’ who always left an emotional mark when drawing properly executed paintings with perfect color expression.

An angry mark when angry, a crying mark when sad.

It was both a timid rebellion against parents who sometimes made him angry and sad, and a cry to recognize his emotions.

‘This time the situation is a bit different though.’

Since this was the first painting drawn as a gift from the start, the ‘Art Student’ had been excited throughout. When he didn’t leave a mark, the Art Student felt very disappointed, so he had no choice but to leave one.

“So I should think of it as a signature? How honored.”

“No.”

“I have a gift here too!”

“Oh, Emily!”

The gazes of people around pour onto Johann, who stepped back for Emily. Intense curiosity, shock at the appearance of a genius, and strong desire to have such a painting themselves.

However, Johann ignores them.

‘Drawing for strangers who have no connection to me would be good experience too, but…’

If he did that, he’d lose control. Even if he were to accept, he shouldn’t answer in this setting.

‘Besides, I don’t want to draw for just anyone.’

If he were to draw for someone, it should be worthwhile.

That would be a more valuable experience.

‘Hmm. But she seems to be drinking too much…’

Bridget Moynahan is already on her 10th glass of champagne.

Johann’s eyes narrow.

 

* * *

 

“Aren’t you drinking too much, Bibi? Stop drinking.”

At her friend’s restraint, Bridget Moynahan looks at Tom Brady.

‘How long has it been since I saw that smile?’

Her ex-boyfriend laughing the happiest in the world.

‘Why is he looking at that woman so lovingly?’

The smile he used to give only to her.

The look he used to give only to her.

‘What’s so special about that woman!’

She knows. That woman is superior in fame, money, and looks.

But she brought their son, thinking it wasn’t too late even now for him to come back, yet anger rises at his appearance of not giving her even a glance.

“I’m fine. I haven’t drunk that much.”

She needs to extinguish this fire burning in her chest.

“You have drunk a lot. Look around.”

Wedding guests have positioned themselves around and are sending glances this way. No matter how cool Americans are about dating, an ex at a wedding is always a time bomb.

“…I’ll go to the restroom. Watch Thomas for me.”

She grabs her bag and heads to the restroom.

Whoooosh!

“Phew.”

‘How annoying.’

Among the groom’s guests just now were people who used to laugh and chat with her.

“When they asked me to introduce them to women, that was when…”

Her head grows hot.

“…No. I can’t.”

She needs to hold onto her sanity. If he won’t come back, she needs to make him uncomfortable for the rest of today.

‘Even if I was the one who asked for it, if he gave me a wedding invitation, he should have been prepared for this much!’

That was the only revenge she could take.

She snorts and is washing her hands, about to leave the restroom when.

“Huh?”

A small boy coming out of the men’s restroom next door.

‘This child is…’

“It’s you.”

The boy Giselle Buncheon praised as a genius.

Giselle’s student, known only to those in the know.

Her mouth opens automatically.

“How did some Asian manage to wag his tail…”

“Ugly.”

“…What?”

Johann looks up at her quietly.

“You deserved to be abandoned.”

“…What would someone like you know-!”

“Instead of being jealous like this, read some books first, lady. It’s wise parents who make children wise. And…”

A chill!

Bridget Moynahan’s eyes widen as she senses something.

“Don’t make me say harsh words.”

He’s finally living like a human in the human world.

The human life he had desperately longed for.

He hopes she won’t make him return to being the wolf he once was.

“You…! You…!”

“Please drink in moderation before you leave.”

‘Don’t cause trouble.’

Johann turns around, clicking his tongue as he glances at the women’s bathroom.

 

* * *

 

“You’re going to the restroom quite often?”

Johann rarely goes to the restroom even at school.

While urine serves to mark territory, it can sometimes reveal one’s location, so holding it has become a habit.

“I guess it’s because I drank a lot of beverages, Emily.”

Click clack!

“Hello?”

“Hic?!”

Emily, startled by the voice from above, looks up and freezes.

A tall beauty in a pink dress looking down at them.

“Do you know who I am?”

“Of course. You’re Giselle’s friend. Nice to meet you, Ms. Lima.”

Adriana Lima, the top model who stands shoulder to shoulder with Giselle Buncheon and Victoria’s Secret Angel, the black panther.

“Hehe. Smart. But where did your guardians go?”

Johann and Emily point to the middle of the banquet hall.

Two guardians swaying with water glasses in their hands. Since it’s not a day that comes easily, they’ve loosened the reins a bit.

“…Ahaha. Oops. You were really cool earlier, gentleman. But don’t worry. We’re protecting today’s wedding.”

‘So this is the person who was in the restroom.’

No wonder he felt a presence.

“Can you be confident about that?”

“Huh?”

As soon as Johann sits down, he points to Bridget Moynahan who’s drinking even faster than before.

Even if she just collapses from being unable to control her body, it would be an accident. It would stain a wedding that deserves blessings from everyone in the world.

“That’s…”

But if they forcibly remove her now, another accident might happen.

Seeing her troubled face, Johann nods.

‘This won’t work.’

It seems he’ll have to secretly knock her unconscious.

Just as he was getting up.

Ring! Ring!

“Huh?”

Johann checks his mobile phone with curiosity, stays dazed for a moment, then looks at Adriana Lima.

“Let’s do it this way.”

“Huh?”

Emily and Flash, who couldn’t understand what conversation they were having, also open their eyes in surprise at what follows.

 

“Pfft.”

“I told you to stop drinking.”

“I got it.”

Bridget Moynahan clicks her tongue and puts down her alcohol glass. It’s because of the sense of crisis that she might cause an accident or be forcibly dragged out if she drinks more.

But…

‘Why should I hold back?’

Since she’s drunk, can’t she say a word or two?

It’s something said while drunk anyway. If someone complains about that, then that person is petty.

She smiles, picks up her bag, and gets up.

“Take care of Thomas. I’ll just go say something and come back.”

“…You’re only going to say that and come back?”

“Don’t worry.”

She grins at her friend and was moving toward Tom Brady and Giselle when.

Bong! Bong! Bong! Bong!

Suddenly the music stops and loud bell sounds ring out.

The confused wedding guests, even Giselle and Tom Brady, panic and look around for the DJ.

And they’re shocked.

They discover Johann standing next to the DJ, among the band members, with an electric guitar strapped on.

Johann turns his gaze away from the frozen Bridget Moynahan and smiles gently at Giselle, who’s surprised and wondering if this is really happening.

“The song for you is complete, Giselle. Please listen.”

Brian McKnight had delivered on time.

“My goodness! Johann!”

Da-da-da-da-da da

Along with Giselle’s shock, piano sounds ring through the banquet hall, intense and confident like Giselle herself.

Soon Johann’s mouth opens.

“It’s 12 o’clock.”

Today again I’m looking at a closed door.

Waiting for the moment when you, who reached out your hand to me, will come out.

Oh, my queen.

‘Again-!’

Bridget Moynahan grits her teeth as she looks at Johann.

 

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