The Prodigy Boy Is Actually A 25 Old Girl!?

"Hello?"

"Brother! When will you keep your promise?" demanded Letti on the other side.

"Promise? What promise?" Declan knew the promise she meant, but he acted obliviously.

"You promised to let me meet with future sister-in-law."

Even though Declan couldn't see his younger sister's face, he could imagine what his younger sister's expression looked like.

"Okay. When do you want to meet her?"

"Today!" replied Letti in a tone full of enthusiasm. "Mom and dad also want to meet her. Do you mind?"

"Wait a moment. Let me ask her." Declan turned to Roxy and asked her. "My sister wants to meet you. Would you like to have dinner with the Campbells?"

"Of course. Aren't they your family too?"

Declan stroked the back of his wife's head before answering his sister. "Alright, we'll meet at the restaurant. What do you want to eat?"

"Does she like Japanese cuisine?"

"She…" Declan glanced at Roxanne with a mischievous look making the girl confused. "She is an all-kind eater."

Roxanne gasped in disbelieve and gave a light punch on his shoulder, causing the man to laugh.

How dare he insult her in front of his sister?

"Alright. See you there." Declan chuckled in amusement when he saw his wife pouting with her hands on her hips.

"I'm an all-kind eater, huh? Aren't you the one who ate everything?"

"When you think about it, it is. I suddenly feel famished."

Roxanne immediately stood up as if she was avoiding the predator who was about to eat her.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"I already know your habits. I don't want to be your meal." Roxy's words made Declan laugh out loud.

Ah, how did his wife figure out his scheming? His vixen wife is indeed smart.

Roxy walked towards her laptop to check something without regarding Declan, who was still laughing.

That's when she saw a notification indicating an email had entered her mail inbox.

Since the email address was Roe's, Roxy didn't care. Usually, those who contact Roe are outside orchestra groups or several prospective clients who wanted her assistance.

Danielle, her assistant, would handle emails like this, and she would sort out which clients she would accept and which she would reject.

If she got an invitation to perform abroad, Danielle would automatically reject it without asking for her approval. Roxanne had already made it clear that she would never travel on a plane.

Danielle knew her fear, and she would refuse all invitations to travel by plane. But if the trip could be reached by car or train, Danielle would ask her first.

If Roxy wanted to come to the invitation, she would go even if it was a ten-hour journey.

Come to think of it, when was the last time she got on a plane?

Ah, she was on a plane when her parents told the doctor to sedate her so she wouldn't scream hysterically while flying to New York. Since then, she has avoided the place called the airport.

Since she hasn't checked her email in a long time, Roxy decided to open her inbox, which has more than fifty unread mails.

Why are there so many unread emails?

Oh, right. She gave her assistant two weeks off so that Danielle could spend the Christmas holidays with her family.

No wonder the mail piles up.

Roxy opened the mail one by one from below, and as she expected, most of them were invitations to perform at Christmas or New Year's events in Europe.

She was even requested to perform at the British royal palace!?

Ah… can she go to England by ship?

Roxy shook her head, thinking about the stupid question. In the end, she could only stare at the invitation written on her laptop screen sadly.

"What is it? Why do you look sad?" Declan walked over to his wife before placing a glass of Roxy's favorite honey on the table.

Roxy took the sweet drink from Declan happily and drank it to lift her mood.

"I got an invitation to play at the British royal palace, but it looks like I have to turn it down again."

Declan glanced at his wife's laptop and couldn't help but feel proud that the woman he loves has received recognition from all over the world.

He just remembered that Roe had often received invitations from abroad, but the girl had never received any of their invitations.

Why wouldn't Roxy accept it?

"Why did you refuse? Don't you want to come?"

"…" she did want to come. But… the only way to get there is by plane.

If she wasn't sedated… Roxy was worried she'd go crazy as soon as she set foot in the airport.

Declan realized his vixen wife was pensive and lost in a daze. He knelt on his knees and turned his wife's chair so she was facing him.

Roxy was brought to reality when her eyes caught Declan's pair of black eagle-like eyes. Her husband was remarkably handsome… making Roxy couldn't help but smile proudly.

"What is it, love?"

"Hmm?"

"What are you worried about? Tell me."

"I… I'm afraid to get on planes." was her honest answer as if she had nothing to hide from the man.

This was the first time Declan had known his wife's other weakness. He never thought that his wife refused all invitations from the other mainland because the girl didn't dare to board the plane.

"Oh, what a pity. I wish to take you to Venice on the day of our honeymoon."

"Tsk. I'm serious," whined Roxy, inviting an amused laugh from the man.

"What are you afraid of? Is it because it reminds you of your sister?"

Roxanne froze for a moment, and Declan could see her eyes became dull for a second before returning to normal.

He never thought the loss of her only sister greatly affected Roxanne's life.

"Roxy, it was an accident." Declan knew it wasn't, but he didn't want to scare the girl. "No one can avoid calamity, and it's not your fault."

"..." But it was my fault.

Declan took the glass of drink from Roxanne and placed it on the table to hold the girl's hands.

"It's okay. If you don't want to go, you don't have to accept it. I will accompany you when you are ready to leave." he raised one hand to caress his wife's smooth cheek.

How could this man always find a way to comfort her? Every time she was down, the man found a way to lift her from the bottomless darkness.

"What did I do to deserve you?"

"You're right. I don't deserve you. You're too good for me."

"…" this cunning man. I didn't say that.