The Prodigy Boy Is Actually A 25 Old Girl!?

Declan looked at Kaylee, who was sleeping with a raging mind. What made him amazed was not that Kaylee's change of attitude, which suddenly became aggressive and seemed daring to respond to his bold advances. But because he remembered something he should have forgotten for a long time.

For some reason, Kaylee's words before she fell unconscious reminded him of someone.

Was it nine years ago?

It was the first day he arrived in Spain and spent the day in one mini bar for hours. He decided to stay there, perhaps for a year or two years, until he found what he wanted in this life.

He didn't tell his father nor call his dear mother as he needed time alone. He needed to think everything in a clear mind without the influence of the Black family.

He thought he could be at peace on this first day because no one would approach him. And no one would recognize him. Finally, he was at ease without family pressure from his paternal's side.

Alas, some annoying, overly make-up girl decided to ruin his peaceful alone time. She made an advance at him, and she even touched him as if she couldn't keep her hand to herself.

"Hi, handsome. Why are you alone?"

Luckily Declan wasn't so drunk that the girl's dangerous temptation didn't consume him. However, he didn't resist the girl's touch as if a weird magnet was pulling him towards this girl.

The girl expertly made him lost with his lust and made love to the girl. He even agreed to have sex with the girl but managed to control himself once he found out that the call girl was a virgin.

Unfortunately, at that time, he needed a friend, and the girl provided her company. In the end, they both slept together and hugged each other all night.

Declan didn't really remember what happened, but he did remember he molested the virgin girl and put some hickeys all over her body. He planned to talk about what happened last night the following day. But the girl had left without leaving a name or phone number made him think the girl was thinking of their hot-filled passion night as a one-night stand.

That's why Declan stopped thinking about it and moved on with his life.

He had forgotten the girl for so long that he got into an accident in Barcelona and he fell in love with someone who had been there for two weeks.

And now… Kaylee's behavior and those sputtered words... why did it remind him of that mysterious girl?

Declan tried to remember the girl's face but in vain. Their first night happened at night, and he was a little drunk. Even so, he never forgot that girl's eyes were filled with playfulness and naughty ideas that no one else had thought of.

The way the girl licked her lower lip seductively and grasped his hair tightly… everything was exactly the same as Kaylee!

No, no, no. There's no way that girl is Kaylee. Kaylee was like a pure angel and too innocent and naïve for her own good, while that girl… she was unrestrainedly wild, and no one would dare mess around with her.

One was like a innocent bunny, while the other was like a seductress vixen. They are a totally different person.

Declan tried to convince himself at the same time… he had a little hope that Kaylee was that girl. That girl was the first one who pulled him out of the darkness after all. He was grateful yet regretful.

If only he asked her name, he might repay in more honor way.

Declan remembered that there was something the Zouch family is keeping secret about Kaylee. There was a 'classified' mark when he wanted to know the girl's teenage years.

What is the thing the Zouch trying to keep hidden?

Declan took part of her hair and put it aside to see her face.

"Kaylee, who are you?"

***

A little girl crept walking towards the music room where she heard a piano playing. The girl opened the door and saw another slightly older girl playing the piano so beautifully.

She strolled not to be caught by the older girl and was about to frighten her from behind.

The little girl was ready to take a breath with her back straight to startle her but froze when she heard the other girl's relaxed tone.

"I know you're here."

"How did you know?"

The girl stopped playing the piano and turned around to look at her sister with a mischievous smile.

"You have a long way to go before pull my leg." said the older sister while poking her sister's forehead with her finger.

The younger one pouted her mouth and stomped her feet because she failed to get revenge on her older sister.

"It's not fair. Mama, mama, sister is at it again."

The elder sister giggled and stuck her tongue at the younger sister.

The scene around those two girls crumble and now change into some grass field. The two little girls were in their teenage age and were on a picnic with their family.

The older one was enjoying the sunshine while humming to sing a song. Not long after, the younger sister approached her sister and rested her head on the girl's thigh.

It's different when they were kids who seemed to bicker often. The relationship between the two got better.

"Sister, are you going to be a pianist in some orchestra?"

"Nah, it's not my dream. I'm gonna go to Paris and become a fashion designer."

"But how about your talent as a pianist?"

"I've become a pianist, and I'm proud of my abilities. I don't need to learn it."

"I am jealous of you. I wish I could play the piano like you too."

"You're a cellist, and you're good at it. Besides, you can play piano as well."

"But not as good as you."

"Believe in yourself. You're a soul player just like me. I like hearing you play the piano instead of playing it myself?"

"Really?"

"You know I love you, right?"

"I love you too."

The younger sister smiled widely at her older sister, and the scene around them changed again, and both of them were high school students.

"Sister, when will you go home?"

"I told you, I won't go home until papa forgives me."

"He already forgives you."

"Yeah, right. Like I'll believe that."

"Why don't you believe me? If I show up there in front of you because papa sent me, would you believe it?"

The elder sister raised an eyebrow at confusion. "You won't come here. You are direction-blind and scared to be in a new place that you don't recognize."

"Well, you're there, so I'll figure it out. And guess what? I'm right behind you."

The elder sister frowned further when she heard a slightly familiar voice just right behind her. She spun her body, and her eyes widened when she saw her little sister.

"Kaylee!! What are you doing here??"

Instantly Kaylee woke up from her dream with panting breath and sweat pouring from her forehead to her back.

Who is that girl? No. Who are those girls?

One of them was clearly her, but the older-looking girl with her hair always tied in a ponytail… she had never met her before.

No. Kaylee had met her before, but… she couldn't remember.

'Sister,'

Does she have an older sister? Isn't she an only child?

If she does have an older sister, why aren't there any pictures of her sister in her house? She didn't even see the two daughters in the family photo posted on her parents' house walls.

Is it true that she has an older sister, or what she saw was a mere dream?

"Sweetheart?"

Kaylee gasped and moved backward reflexively when she heard the sound of a baritone near her ear.

Her breath was raging because of the unknown fearful feeling attacking her entire muscular system, making her build a very high defensive fortress. Kaylee even had forgotten the man who called her and considered Declan as her enemy.

"Kaylee?"

Kaylee frowned even deeper when the man called her name. How did this man know her name?

Who is this bulky guy?

Pang!

Her head ached as if someone was about to split her brain. Some images about this man flashed like lightning inside her head make her glance back at the man.

"Declan?"

"Yeah? How are you feeling?" Declan remained patient even though he feels strange about Kaylee's change of attitude.

Seconds before, the girl looked terrified, as if she believed he was a criminal who had kidnapped her. He thought Kaylee didn't recognize him making him wonder if this girl has a brain disease?

Fortunately, the girl remembered him again, and her previously pale face was now colored again.

"I'm fine. I just ... I think I want to go home."

"Sure. But… there is something you should know."

"What is it?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Zouch has been home since nine."

WHAT!?