Chapter 2

Chapter 2

[1]

Because of the previous incident, Kristina no longer went to school with me.

I was dropped off at the school gate alone by the driver, feeling isolated.

Unexpectedly, I was cornered in a small alley.

"Are you the Kirk family's newly returned daughter?"

"Look at how timid you are, so unsophisticated."

"Aren't you just a hick? How do you even deserve to be in this noble school?"

"Hahaha, hillbilly..."

A group of affluent girls surrounded me, pointing and laughing non-stop.

The red exclamation mark in my mind kept reminding me that these people were trouble.

I was shaking with fear, wanting to call for help but not knowing who to shout for.

Just as they were about to lay hands on me, I crouched down and covered my head, bracing myself for their wrath.

At that moment, a strong voice echoed.

"Let go of that girl, come at me instead!"

A commanding voice lingered in my ears, and a streak of blue hair appeared in front of me.

Declan, Kristina's dream guy?

My body's self-preservation instinct kicked in, and I stood behind Declan, grabbing his sleeve tightly.

Someone in the crowd murmured, "That's the school tough guy, let's get out of here."

The group scattered in panic.

Although I had often heard Kristina mention Declan, this was my first time seeing him.

He was indeed strikingly handsome, with blue hair that didn't seem out of place but rather made his skin look exceptionally fair.

The veins on his hands were clearly visible, and his large hands exuded a sense of security.

My hand, which was gripping his sleeve, unconsciously moved to touch his hand.

Being held by these hands must feel incredibly safe!

But something was odd; whenever I met others, there would be red or green exclamation marks in my mind.

Yet in front of Declan, my mind was filled with pink hearts. What was this?

This special ability was really useless, not helpful at all.

"Hey, classmate, how long do you plan to hold on?"

Wow, his voice is really nice.

Reluctantly, I let go of his hand.

"Declan, the book says that a life-saving grace should be repaid generously. I have nothing to repay you with, how about I offer myself in gratitude?"

"Heh, old trick. Are you from the last century? Offering yourself in gratitude? With your tiny frame, are you sure it's gratitude and not revenge? You must think I'm a fool with too much money, trying to bankrupt my family. Let me tell you, no way. I'm a free spirit, never going to fall in love in this lifetime. You better just go home and sleep!"

"By the way, no need to thank me. Don't get infatuated with me, I won't be tender-hearted."

With that, he turned around and gave me a wink before walking away handsomely.

Trying not to gag from the cheesiness, I wiped the goosebumps off my arms.

Such a good-looking guy, but that mouth of his, really...

[2]

During dinner, Dad suddenly asked, "Luna, have you met any boys you like at school?"

I shook my head.

Across the table, Kristina scoffed and glared at me.

"What kind of boys do you like then?" he continued.

My mind involuntarily conjured up the image of those strong hands, but their owner... Ugh, too much to think about.

I snapped out of my thoughts and replied, "I like boys who love eating potatoes."

Uh... This was hard to judge.

Everyone at the table looked at me as if they were puzzled.

But my former self was just a little mouse, completely clueless about what liking someone meant.

Isn't it natural that if I like something, he should like it too?

I wasn't wrong; my favorite food was potatoes.

Talking about my favorite food made my eyes sparkle.

Before he could respond, I began to explain.

"Potatoes are the best food in the world. They can be sliced into potato shreds, potato chips, potato strips, potato chunks. They can be fried, stir-fried, steamed, boiled. There are French fries, potato wedges, hash browns, potato chips, braised potatoes, cold potato salad, stir-fried potatoes, stewed potatoes, steamed potatoes, mashed potatoes..."

Seeing that I had no intention of stopping, Mom stuffed a potato dumpling into my mouth.

Dad quickly added, "Here's the thing, Luna. The Morrison family's young master, Christopher, has been engaged to Kristina since childhood. But as you know... So, Dad's suggestion is to transfer this engagement to you. Would you be willing to marry him?"

I swallowed the soft, sweet potato dumpling, still craving more, and picked up another piece with my chopsticks.

With my cheeks puffed out, I replied, "Sure, as long as he's willing to join the Potato Lovers Club, I'll marry him."

I didn't really understand love, and since I had to get married anyway, it didn't matter much who it was.

Besides, Kristina didn't like Christopher.

I had seen her give away the snacks Christopher brought her to the maid several times.

I hoped that since I had solved this problem for her, she would treat me a little better.