Chapter 62: Chapter 62

Third Person's POV

“Tada! The sea is so beautiful, right?!”

The cliché date starts with seeing the ocean early in the morning. Ryan thought that the unexpected Slyvester would choose another route. But just like the date she always saw on television; Slyvester brought her to the seaside.

‘I just got goosebumps after guessing it right,’ Ryan murmured inside her head, caressing her arms.

She looked at the guy who was raising his arms while looking at the sea.

‘At least this is better than visiting a volcano and bungee jumping on the crate with an adventurous guy like Slyvester.’

She sighed as she shook her head.

Even if the setting was cliché, Ryan should not forget that she came here with Slyvester.

“The sun’s about to rise, dude,” Ryan said while looking at the sky.

“Right. It will come out,” Slyvester said before holding her hand.

Surprised at the sudden contact, Ryan looked at their hands.

Yes, they are on a date.

But holding each other’s hand when they still don’t have a label is quite odd.

“Sit down,” Slyvester sat on the sand and pulled Ryan downward.

Not expecting this, Ryan perched in front of Slyvester. And then, the man wrapped his hand around her shoulders and hugged her tightly.

“S-Slyvester,” Ryan called out, confused and stiffened.

Slyvester placed his chin on her shoulder, whispering, “Let’s wait for the sunrise.”

Ryan gulped a lump. She couldn’t think of anything to stop what was going on between them. She could only look ahead, staring at the endless horizon while breathing heavily.

Slyvester’s breath brushed on her neck, making her bite her lip firmly. She felt so ticklish and she could not stay still anymore.

“Slyv…”

She tilted her head and was about to tell him to move away. With one swift move, her lips almost collided with his.

Ryan froze.

They almost kissed!

Eyes wide open, she stared at Slyvester’s sleeping face on her shoulder.

Goodness, gracious! She screamed inwardly. Ryan was so elated that Slyvester was sleeping and he had no idea about that accident that might happen if they both moved at the same time.

Catching her breath, Ryan stared at his face.

Slyvester was so excited about this date that he could not sleep all night. Love is indeed stronger than any caffeine.

“I thought we were going to watch the sunrise. But you fell asleep,” Ryan complained.

Although she’s sulky about this, a smile spread on her lips while watching him sleeping at a close gap.

A man and woman sitting on the seaside. He was sleeping well when the sun lit down, illuminating his face. He frowned at the sudden light, and so, Ryan used her hand to cover the light.

At this moment, the two of them forgot everything, including the four men they left in the boarding house.

“I need more allowance,” Chaylen complained while eating Vincent’s ice cream.

Kyle, who was cooking sausage in the pan, looked at Chaylen. He wanted to tell him to stop eating Vincent’s ice cream, but no, he gave up.

Chaylen never followed the rules.

Seeing Chaylen’s future at the hands of the furious Vincent, Kyle only shook his head and continued cooking.

“Should I start making vlogs? What do you think?” Chaylen asked.

“What is your content?” Kyle responded sarcastically.

Kyle is a kind man. But just try living with Chaylen. Even an angel like Kyle would lose his patience.

“I will vlog my handsome face,” Chaylen boasted. He leaned closer to Kyle, showing off his appearance.

Irritated, Kyle nudged him away with his shoulder.

“Good looks won’t work. If your content is a plop, people won’t entertain it,” Kyle said as he transferred the sausage to a plate.

He turned around, shoving Chaylen. Then, he opened the fridge.

“What a pessimistic man,” Chaylen protested. “I am certain that if people see my face, they will forget their existence. Because I’ll be their only world.”

“Goosebumps. Stop it, Chaylen. I want to eat breakfast at ease.” Kyle grabbed three eggs and cracked one on the frying fan. “You know what, just give me the salt.”

Chaylen grabbed the salt and gave it to Kyle, still babbling, “What if I hold a raffle? To win in the contest, they need to subscribe to my channel.”

Kim got salt and sprinkled it on his sunny-side-up egg. He noticed that there was still a small shell left on the egg. ‘It’s fine. I’ll give this to Chaylen,’ Kyle thought.

“What will you give away?” Kyle asked, pretending that he was still interested in this topic.

“My car.”

Kyle’s jaw dropped. He looked at Chaylen and said, “You said you need an extra allowance. But you’ll give your car away? What an idiot.”

“Of course, I won’t give my car! I will manipulate the contest and choose someone I know as the winner. Then, I’ll get my car back. Easy.”

“Easy for a scammer.” Kyle shook his head again.

“That is not a scam,” the devil defended. “I am giving that hint of hope for people who don’t have a car. Hope is the best gift someone can have.”

“Leave me alone. I’m cooking.”

“Your egg is burning, though.”

Kyle quickly turned off the stove. “It was your fault. So, you’ll eat this instead. The burnt egg.”

“Why would you give me that? This is discrimination!”

“Black egg or white egg, learn how to appreciate it. Egg is an egg.”

Suddenly, Chaylen thought of something and laughed on his own.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Nothing,” Chaylen said, waving his hands. “An innocent like you doesn't need to know what’s going on in my green brain.”

“Kyle.”

A voice came.

The two looked behind and saw Vincent. Their eyes widened when they saw something sticking to Vincent’s forehead.

“I couldn’t see my motorbike in the garage,” unblinking, Vincent mumbled. “Do you have any idea?”

Chaylen was about to come closer to Vincent, but Kyle held his wrist. He talked Chaylen using his eyes, begging him: [Please don’t tell him]

Chaylen nodded his head, and so, Kyle thought he understood what they must do. However, as soon as Kyle let go of his hand, Chaylen ran towards Vincent and read the note on his forehead.

“VINCENT. I BORROWED YOUR MOTORBIKE. THANK YOU! I WILL BRING IT BACK HOME LATER! LOVE: SLYVESTER.”

After reading the note, Chaylen laughed so hard. "Pfft...!"

Kyle caught his forehead with his palm. He knew who probably stole Vincent’s motorbike and the one who shamelessly stuck a note in his head. It is better not to add fuel to the fire. Too late, the troublemaker like Chaylen made it worse.

Vincent’s trembling hand removed the note on his forehead.

After reading the notes, he crumpled the paper in his hand.

“I WILL KILL YOU… SLYVESTER,” Vincent vowed.