Class Villainess

Chapter 173 – A Christmas Tree

__Phone call with the red rose man__

"But now that you're alive and well, there is no Christmas miracle better than this. I love you, Emmelyn Jones."

…

Honestly, I had a feeling that the red rose man was actually very gentle and caring. 

In fact, I had a feeling that he must've been very popular with the ladies as well because of his voice and his gorgeous emerald eyes.

And the way he worded his sentence and how he retained some of his romantic sides despite being messed up in his head really showed that he was a good person at first.

He said that my death triggered him, making him snap, and he went insane in the process. But I never saw him in my previous life. In fact, I've never even known someone with that kind of emerald eyes before. 

He told me that he had been in love with me for so long, but because of his condition, he couldn't get close to me and was thinking about confessing during prom, right in front of everyone. Too bad I died before he could confess.

I felt grateful for him, and well… I wouldn't lie that he started to grow on me, making me interested in how he tried to help in my mission.

But at the same time, his crazy tendency scared me…

"Then… Merry Christmas for you as well…." I mumbled. Just a small Merry Christmas greeting wouldn't hurt, right?

"Wha—Is this real? My beloved finally opens up her heart for me after so long?!" The red rose man suddenly got excited for no reason, just because I told him Merry Christmas. I could hear him squealing as well, something that was definitely unexpected coming from a creepy guy like him. 

"I—I can't believe you've finally opened your heart for me! My beloved, I am truly grateful!" The red rose man said. 

"I never said that."

"That doesn't matter. You can say no all you want, but I know you, and I start to know each other better and get more intimate," the red rose man said, and honestly, what he said was true. I did open up my heart, just a bit.

I didn't know whether we'd be entangled romantically, or I just wanted to be grateful for all the help that he got for me. 

"My darling, I've also come with a surprise. You should go look from your window. It's already in front of your house," the red rose man said. 

I got curious about what he had for me, and the moment I stuck my head out of the window and checked what was on the road, I was shocked.

Because there were few people already standing at my front yard with a big Christmas pine tree, complete with a box of decorations for the tree.

"What is this…."

"Don't you see? It's a Christmas tree. I don't want my beloved person to celebrate Christmas without one. I'm sorry that it's so late. I got busy with something else a few days ago," the red rose man said. 

I saw Grandma and Mom come out to the front yard and had the same reaction as I had. But once the couriers told them something, both were smiling and looked so happy, then the couriers brought the Christmas tree inside our house. 

…

I didn't know if this was a joke or something because there was nobody who would be this attentive to me before. 

"Emmy, my future wife, are you happy with the tree? If you don't like it, I'll send another one," the red rose man asked. 

"… thank you."

"Huh?"

"I said, thank you for the tree. It's been a while since I had a Christmas tree in my house…." I thanked him sincerely this time. Despite all this craziness, I had to thank him for this.

Because no matter how detached I was to something miscellaneous like a Christmas tree, I still hoped that I had one, at least that was the sincere wish in my heart. 

"Anything for you, my love. I just don't want you to be sad. I failed you in the previous life, and I won't do it again in this life," the red rose man said. "I need to leave now. I'll talk to you later."

"Wait—"

Beep.

__Phone call ends__

I threw the phone to the bed and rushed downstairs. Grandma was sitting on the sofa, chattering with Mom, who was busy decorating the newly erected Christmas tree for us.

"Mom, Grandma…"

"Oh, Em! Come here, let's decorate the Christmas tree together!" Mom said as she was busy unboxing the box of tree decorations. "Your boyfriend is so generous and understanding. He is definitely a keeper!" 

"I told you, Emmy's future husband will take care of her. She will give Emmy a happy life!" Grandma said. She looked at me, and her smile grew wider, "You have such a great man for you, Em. I'm happy for you."

…

I decided to stay silent with only a thin smile on my face as I joined my Mom to unbox the decorations and put it on the tree.

  "It's been a while since our last Christmas tree, isn't it?" Mom giggled. 

"Yeah, it's been a while since we decorate our tree like this."

The last time I remembered having a Christmas tree in my house was about 3 years ago, when my Mom and Dad were still together, and Dad still cared enough to buy a Christmas tree for Christmas. 

He was already abusive at that time, but he still tried to show that he was a good father. 

But after one year, he didn't bother to show a good face to Mom or me anymore and decided to just fuck around with women outside while beating my Mom inside the house. 

Now, we had another tree, which was the biggest tree I ever got in my life. It was such a blessing.

"Don't forget to say thank you to your boyfriend," Mom said.

…

**

It took a while for us to decorate the Christmas tree, and after using the last decoration piece on the tree, Mom switched the On/off button for the lamps and…

Blip!

The lamps surrounding the Christmas tree was lit, showing a beautifully decorated Christmas tree that I wished to have on every holiday. Now that it was erected inside my house, I couldn't ask for more. 

I got a bit emotional, and water started pooling in my eyes.

Mom saw me and patted my back, "It's beautiful, right, Em?"

"It is, Mom. It's all I can ask for."

To spend Christmas with my family, under the Christmas tree and warm fuzzy blanket, of course. 

This was all I could ask for. 

** 

I started baking cookies for Mason in the afternoon. Mom asked me why did I start baking again, and I replied that it was for my friend.

"Hmm~ A friend? You mean your BOYfriend, right?"

"…"

"Hihi, it's fine, Em. I just want you to have the right person, unlike me…."

Now that Mom reminded me about my 'boyfriend,' I had another idea to bake two batches of cookies in the same bunny shape but in a different colour. 

White bunny cookies for Mason and red bunny cookies for the red rose man. 

After it was done, I used Uber connect to send the cookies to Mason Hall in his apartment, and then Mason Hall sent me a picture of him holding the cookies. 

—

Mason: Picture sent.

Mason: Thank you so much, Em! I really appreciate this!

Mason: This really makes my Christmas better.

Emmy: You're welcome.

—

I saw Mason typing something and paused. He did this a few times before he finally stopped.

He seemed to be wanting to tell something but decided not to. 

It wasn't my problem, though, so I just shrugged it off and texted the other guy in the evening, the red rose man. 

—

Emmy: I will leave a box of cookies outside of the back door after midnight, you can come to pick it up if you want, or I'll just throw it away. 

xx: Oh?! You're going to give me a present as well? My beloved sure knows how to please me, hehe. 

xx: Why wouldn't I? Of course, I'll pick it up! Everything about you, and comes from you, is my treasure, Em.

—

Creepy as always, but oh well. 

I stayed after midnight and then went to the kitchen and opened the backdoor. 

I stuck my head out, looking around the darkness cautiously, thinking the red rose man was here.

After making sure there was nobody around me, I hung a plastic bag with a box of cookies on the door handle outside and closed the door quickly. I locked it and returned to my room. 

—

Emmy: Your cookies, it's already outside. 

xx: I know, I already took it.

Emmy: Wait, how come you—

xx: Ah, you don't see me? I'm right above you, Em. I've been sitting at the roof for a while. But I'm done now. I'm going to snack on this while spending my night.

xx: Merry Christmas, my love.

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