Chapter 78 - Let's Eat Worm And Bugs

Knowing that she succeeded in defeating Vincent, Cathy chuckled happily, and soon they were both greeted by the audience's cheers.

"Nice play, pretty sister!"

"That was a cool play!"

"Blood?! Pretty sister, your hand is injured!" announced one of the young kids making Vincent dash towards Cathy.

Cathy wore a white long-sleeved shirt, so it wouldn't be hard to notice a red spot on it.

Vincent folded the girl's right sleeve as if he owned it to see the cause of the red spot. He frowned when he saw a small scratch on the smooth skin while bleeding a little.

"How come you get hurt? When did this happen?"

"I have no idea. Is this blood?" Cathy's innocent question had made Vincent stunned. "No wonder why it hurt a little earlier. I have no idea."

Vincent snickered to himself. He had forgotten the fact that Cathy couldn't distinguish colors. So she wouldn't know if there was blood on her shirt.

Vincent held Cathy's hand and walked toward a nearby pharmacy without knowing his action causing a certain heart to flutter. This was the first time she had held hands with a man. It turned out that the man's hand was much bigger than hers.

But then Cathy wondered, why did that man hold her hand? Why was the man's expression so unfathomable?

Is the man angry? During their two weeks together, Cathy noticed the change in the man's swing mood, which could sometimes be drastic. And Cathy has absolutely no idea the reasons.

After buying a few things at the pharmacy, Vincent sprayed a liquid antibiotic to clean the wound. Then wipe the remaining blood that has stopped coming out clean with a tissue. Vincent gently and carefully closed the wound with an Elastoplast.

Cathy's eyes never left Vincent. Why does she feel like a piece of treasure that breaks easily when Vincent bandages the scratch?

"You really. I never thought that you could be careless too." Vincent's voice was a distant one, making Cathy frown.

"I'm not careless. Besides, I didn't even know that something scratched my hand."

"Do you remember that you hit something when you're coming here?"

"No... maybe at home? Or the bedroom door?" Cathy tried to remember to find out what caused the cut on her arm.

Apart from being knocked over by the stranger, she didn't remember colliding with any sharp objects. Could it be she get hurt because someone bumped her? It doesn't make sense.

"I don't remember," answered Cathy showing her innocent smile.

At first, Vincent wanted to get mad at him for being careless and hurting herself. Cathy's arm was injured by sharp objects, yet she played around while knocking him when they played basketball to make the scratch open more widely.

If only they knew that her arm was injured, Vincent wouldn't invite her to the court. He even couldn't help himself but be angry at the girl. However, after seeing such an angelic smile, how could he be angry continuously?

"All right. Let's get something to eat." Because he had previously held Cathy's hand without asking permission, Vincent picked her hand again as if it was the most natural thing to do. "What do you want to eat?" came the question without caring if the girl became nervous around him.

"Eh? That... Uhm..." Cathy stuttered as she felt her hand was grip tightly by Vincent. "You choose."

"Okay, then let's eat worms and the bugs."

"Ew!" Cathy slapped Vincent's arm jokingly with her free hand. "How could someone eat worms?"

"You let me choose, and I chose that kind of meal." came the straightforward answer with a teasing tone. "Unless you craved something else, that would be our meal."

"I..."

"What do you want to eat?"

Cathy looked thoughtful for a moment later... "I want to eat fatty meat soup."

Vincent smiled with satisfaction at that. Finally... he managed to get the girl next to him to express her wish.

After finishing their meal, they walked hand in hand through the various shops while chatting. Because of their closeness and how Vincent looked at the girl, everyone would think that the two of them were lovers enjoying their evening date.

A tall, jet-black haired man with a handsome face and eyes filled with love as he looked at the girl next to him; and a beautiful woman with unique reddish-brown hair and snow-white skin with a bright smile that always adorned her face… both of them attracted the attention of those around them.

Women were jealous of Cathy, while men wish to have an angel-like partner like Cathy. On the other hand, the couple themselves completely ignored people's views and were carried away by their own conversations.

It seemed like the world belonged to them and their eyes only noticed each other, making every looker jealous.

Not long after, Cathy saw a game booth that caught her eye. Maybe because she had expressed her wish to Vincent before, it became easier for her to voice her heart.

"Vincent, let's have a look over there."

Of course, the young man obliged happily and looked at the booth, which contained various kinds of neatly arranged gifts.

They had to buy a dart toy to win the prizes. They had to throw the arrow on a target that was some distance away from where they were standing.

Cathy tried one time with full concentration. Unfortunately, the arrow she shot flew away from the target and only received candy as a reward. After several failed attempts, she finally gave up and gave Vincent a pitiful look.

Vincent chuckled, seeing her adorable look, and finally gave it a try for once. However, the man's skill was beyond her expectation.

The arrow hit the center of the target's center! It meant they were awarded the grand prize.

Cathy squealed with joy when she saw Vincent succeed in one try to make Vincent laugh along with her. Well, shooting these mere toys at the desired target was not that difficult. He was trained by the expert... a long time ago.

"Which one do you want? The brown one or the white one?" came the offering from the booth keeper.

Cathy's forehead frowned at the choice of color. How could she know which one was brown and which one was white?

"The white one," Vincent answered, and a second later, the largest teddy bear she had ever seen was handed into Cathy's arms.

"As I thought. White is the most suitable."

"Ah?" because the size of the large doll almost covered part of her build to exceed her head, Cathy had to tilt her body so she could see Vincent without being covered by the large doll's frame.

"Do you remember you told me the gray color suits you well?"

"..." Cathy did remember... but she felt uncomfortable if the topic of their conversation was color.

"I think white suits you best," stated Vincent unexpectedly.

The topic of color discussion was quite sensitive for Cathy, who cannot distinguish colors. But why did she feel calm when Vincent said it?

"I am?"

"Hm. You never let other people influence you while you can easily influence others. You can make other people happy, sad, or excited with you."

"I'm not like that.

"It's like that for me. Besides..." Vincent lowered his head to close the gap between them. "When you wear a white dress like this, you look mesmerizing like an angel descend to me."

Eyes that were aligned, his face that was frightening close had made Cathy's heart jumped with an unfamiliar joy. But now she heard the words of praise from the man's lips... Cathy's cheeks heated up, and she hid her face behind the doll and positioned her body back to face Vincent.

Vincent's glint of eyes showed an amused look while holding his laughter to not escape from his lips.

My gosh! How adorable she is making him want to kidnap her and monopolize the girl.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," announced Cathy before turning and walking ahead of the young man, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"Why is she always run away at times like this?" muttered he to himself before marching to follow the girl.

Vincent accompanied Cathy to walk home, and they took a stroll from the bus stop toward the Red Rosemary. Once at the gate of Cathy's house, Cathy sighed and lamented to herself. Why is her home so close to the bus stop?

"Cathy, I have something to tell you."

"Hm?" once again, Cathy tilted her body. "What is it?"

Vincent tried to hold back his laugh when he saw the girl trying to see him without being bothered by the doll.

Unable to stand the enormous barrier anymore, Vincent took the doll from Cathy and lowered his head to level their eyes. Reflexively, Cathy's head moved backward because of the sudden closeness of their faces. Her face felt hot, and she found out it was difficult to breathe or swallow her own saliva when her eyes interlocked with his.

"Wh… What?"