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Fate Love Game

Okita Tatsuya, a soon-to-be freshman. He decided to live with his Aunt as fate guides him to his new life, a life where he will experience various things. From that point, Mother Fate who seems to be always playing with him will give him a chance to overcome the obstacle that has been tormenting his life ever since. In a game of love and hate, the only game where he can only have one chance to change it all. But in a twist of fate—"Do you believe in fate?", the girl said, He met a girl who will join his journey as he conquest this so-called game, created by Mother Fate. Will he overcome his past? Will he live a peaceful life? Will he turn the odds against him? Follow his journey as he plays the game of love, hate, and despair. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ [Discord Server Link!] -https://discord.gg/3SJ6CX4RXC If you want to support me and get early access to chapters: https://www.patreon.com/Xeoz I do not own the artwork, if you are the illustrator just let me know if you want me to remove it. (Only using it temporarily) MORE TAGS: Stalkers, Past Trauma, Nobles, Polygamy. DISCLAIMER Work of fiction. All the names, places, and events are all purely based on the author's imagination. Any resemblance to an actual person or event is purely coincidental. The main characters are 18 above.

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Chapter 135: Ide-san (2)

The tranquility in the atmosphere of the cafe was my saving grace from the unsettling silence of Ide-san. She hasn't responded, casting her head down. After learning a few more things about her, I learned her parents died at an early age, and the cause of it... She can't bring herself up to tell me, which is understandable.

"Sorry. I stepped over the line with my phrasing. I apologize for that."

I got no response from her.

"I'll just order, do you want something? Any beverage? Coffee? Frappuccino? Milk? Soda? My treat."

"Milk..."

"Not sure if they're serving those, but I'll ask."

Approaching the barista, I ordered an espresso and milk; however, the milk was in this little carton container. Since it's the only available choice; I went with it. The barista was kind of hesitant at first for some unknown reason.