The Prodigy Boy Is Actually A 25 Old Girl!?

"Nice to meet you again, Roxanne."

Roxanne… that's her name. It felt like she had not heard someone call her name for so long that it sounded foreign to her.

"It's strange."

"What is?"

"I was sure we would never meet again, but… you ended up being my fiancé."

Declan chuckled in amusement. "What a small world we have."

"What do you want?" asked Roxanne without beating the bush.

"I like your directness."

Declan surprised her by giving a peck on her lips. That was… unexpected.

Roxanne took a deep breath when she realized Declan wasn't pulling away, and their faces were still so close that she could feel his breath.

The cornered girl wanted to back away, but this bed's headrest had become an obstacle for her to retreat.

"You said you want to talk to me." reminded Roxanne as she remembered what Declan had said to her alter side.

Strangely enough, everything that Kaylee had experienced since she met Declan at her parents' house replayed in Roxanne's head to make it seem like she had experienced all of them.

"I did. But after meeting you in person, I wanted to do something else."

"Do what?" Roxanne could already guess what this man wanted, but she pretended not to.

"You know what I want." Declan gave another peck on her cheeks, then down to her nape, causing her throat to groan in a sexy voice.

"You rejected me, remember?"

"You were a minor back then, and now you're my wife."

"..." damn this guy!

"Wait!" Roxanne held Declan's body closer with her hands. The man didn't budge, but at least he stopped what he planned to do. "I don't remember we were married. After all… you don't know me. How could you marry someone you don't know?"

"Then tell me, sweetheart. I want to know you."

"You will hate me once you do."

"Wanna bet with me?"

Ha?? Why did she feel this man lured her into his trap?

"No, thanks. I don't make a bet with a shameless cunning guy like you."

Roxanne frowned in confusion when she heard his hearty laughter. Why did this man laugh?

"Just try me, love. I know I will still love you no matter what you have done in the past."

"What's the point of you loving me when I don't love you, mister?"

"You love me, sweetheart. I know it."

"…" where did his confidence come from? "No, I don't." denied Roxanne firmly.

"Then, can you explain the drawings?"

"What drawings?"

"Wait here."

Declan got to his feet and walked out of the room, giving Roxanne a chance to get dressed. She was naked like a newborn baby, for goodness sake! Why doesn't her other alter get dressed first before summoning her?

She looked around to find her dress but... nothing.

How strange… why can't she find her clothes?

Roxanne tried to call her other alter to ask about where her clothes are, but… that girl shut her out!?

Is her other alter planning to take revenge on her because she gave those nightmares?

Tsk!

The biggest question is... how did her alter side get her out of her unbreakable shell?

By the time Declan returned to their room, Roxanne was still standing near the cupboard wrapped in a blanket. Her black hair was loose and a bit messy because she had just woken up. A long white blanket wrapped the girl's entire body from the chest area to the toes. Her appearance looked so sexy and tempting.

Declan even could imagine red roses swarming the girl as if she was the flower fairy.

"Well, this is the sight to behold. You look like a goddess of seduction."

"…" she was too speechless. Did this guy mock her because she seduced him years ago?

Well, she did seduce him and tricked him into taking her virginity. But it happened years ago. She was too young and naive to believe that she could break the arranged marriage by having an affair with some stranger.

And that stranger happened to be the most handsome, hottest, and the sexiest guy she's ever met. She didn't mind if she gave her virginity to that mister.

However, she refused to reminisce the past with this utterly shameless master.

"What's that?" regardless of his previous comment, Roxanne was intrigued with a sketchbook that the man brought.

Declan walked over to her to hand over the sketchbook. When Roxanne saw the familiar cover book, her heart trembled with a weird sensation.

It was her sketchbook and the content…

"It's yours."

"..." I know. "How did you have this?" Roxanne took the book in one hand, then opened it one by one showing the drawings.

On average, all the pictures contained Declan's face. She met her mysterious mister once, but the man had filled her mind, and without realizing it, she began to draw the mister's face in her sketchbook so she wouldn't forget that god-like face.

It seemed her meeting with the mister left the impression deeper than she thought.

When Roxanne reached the last page, her eyes darkened in blue light. She saw Declan lying on a bed in the hospital room, and the back of a girl sat beside his bed while holding his hand.

For some reasons, she hated this drawing yet felt reluctant to rip it.

Roxanne sensed two arms wrap around her waist from behind as she let Declan hug her and rest his chin on her shoulder.

After all, this man wouldn't let go even if she tried to resist. Why did she waste energy in vain when she knew she would return to this man's arms.

Plus… her heart felt full when she was inside this man's arms.

"Your mother gave it to me." Declan could feel his wife's body tense up in his arms. "She purposely set us up in hopes that I could bring you back. When she saw my image from my mother, she knew that I could bring you."

Roxanne snorted in disgust at that. "She wanted me back? Are you kidding me? One of the people who wanted to get rid of me was that woman. She didn't want me. She wished me to die instead of my sister."

"No. She wanted you, love. Otherwise, why would she try to approach my mother just to bring us together? She doesn't want you to live a life filled with falsehoods and expects you to go back to being yourself."

"No. You lied."

"Why would I lie?" Declan gave a soothing kiss on her shoulder when he felt his wife's tiny body shaking.