Chapter 90 - If (1/2)

”That's why Yanee, I don't want you to misunderstand anything about me. I'm seriously pursuing you. Will you go out with me? Will you be my girlfriend?”

WAIT. HUH? HUUUUUH?

Yanee Lee's brain system crashed. Rebooting in process… Crashed again.

WAIT. HUH? HUUUUUH?

”Yanee? Yanee?”

Tohru James's soft voice called out for her many times before Yanee was able to gather her bearings. But it was difficult. Totally difficult.

”W-W-What?” she managed to stammer after some time.

”Why are you so shocked? I already told you I like you before. Isn't it normal to ask you to be mine?”Tohru suddenly said and Yanee's mind finally stabilized although she still felt nervous.

That's true…

Yanee actually had expected this to happen but she was still rendered brain dead when it did. The potato's charm was really potent.

”You're right. But you know, my brain still can't process it,” Yanee confessed and Tohru finally settled back on the hot spring.

”Well, I can understand. You can be good at your job but you're a bit like Marian too,” he chuckled.

”Why does that sound like you just insulted my intelligence?” Yanee mumbled.

”I'm not saying you're dumb. I'm saying you're being cute,” Tohru quipped, startling Yanee. Seeing her guilty expression, he laughed. ”I won't tell Marian. But even if she heard about it, she won't get mad. She knows she has brain malfunction when she's pregnant.”

Yanee smiled, and Tohru cleared his throat.

”So?” he prompted as he squinted at her. He looked as if he really wanted an answer tonight.

”I'm going to be honest with you,” Yanee said as she leaned back on the reclining chair. Her gaze was focused on the night sky above. ”But before that, I want to ask you some questions.”

”What if I want my question answered first?��Tohru countered with a mischievous look that Yanee turned to him with a scowl.

”Then forget it,” she snapped. You damn stubborn potato!

”I'm just kidding. Don't be mad, okay?”Tohru pleaded with puppy eyes and Yanee was not strong enough to resist.

Seeing as she was no longer mad, his face serious. ”What do you want to ask me?”

Yanee studied his face and seeing as they'd finally be able to have a proper conversation felt relieved. But at the same time, she felt a different kind of tension rising in her heart.

”Why me? We just met,” she asked.

This had been a wonder to her ever since she found out he liked her. She knew she's pretty. But Tohru James was someone who's always surrounded by women who were more beautiful and accomplished than her. Even before doing the interview with him months ago, she had heard that there were many beauties that were after him. In fact, when she was doing the interview with him one time, there was a model that interrupted their dinner and almost forcefully invited herself to have a meal with them.

”I don't know either,” he suddenly said surprising her.

”You don't know?” That sounded ridiculous.

Tohru smiled. ”If I knew that answer then I wouldn't be so muddled when I think about you. I just saw you and I just like you.”

WHAAAAAAAAT?

”Y-You m-mean…”Yanee stammered. She couldn't believe it.

”Yes,” Tohru nodded. ”I've liked you from the start. I just didn't know it at first so I was not able to talk much when we had the interview.”

The last part was said softly, and Yanee remembered that horrible interview. She really thought she was talking to an electric pole. As it turned out, this Young Master Potato was just blinded by her beauty that rendered him speechless.

”You're hopeless,” she commented afterwards with a smile. She was finally relaxed.

”Yup, yup. I'm hopeless. So you have to take responsibility,” he told her unabashedly, but there was still something else she wanted to ask.

”Did you… talk to Cynthia about me?” She felt that Chummy was being too bold teasing her in front of their boss. It was as if her friend knew what was going on. If so, this meant that the potato asked her about her past as well and other things.

”I did,” he answered truthfully and without hiccups.

His abrupt reply surprised but as well pleased her. He was not lying.

”Oh? What did you talk about?” she asked lightly though she already had an idea.

”Everything about you that I can ask,” he answered again. ”I'm so sorry. I know it's an invasion of privacy, but I want to—”