Sweet Devil [BL]

Chapter 24. Unexpected Guest

"I think a red dress would suit you. Yes, definitely a red dress! I will buy it later with your mother. And you also need hair ornaments. Your hair is so soft and silky, you have to style it! I'm telling you, a dress isn't enough! Oh my, I can already see it. You will be the prettiest girl in the world!"

Misha couldn't stand it anymore and buried his flushed face in his hands, wanting to disappear right there and then. Why couldn't the old lady understand that he wasn't, isn't, and won't ever be her great-granddaughter?! The gender was wrong, for starters!

Oblivious to his despair, the old lady rambled on and on, switching from a red dress to a white one, saying it'd give off a feeling of purity. A little girl of her age was still shrouded in innocence, appearing very candid, and they should take advantage of it. After that came a blue dress, then a green one; the old lady was determined to weigh the pros and cons of every color possible.

'Mom, Masha! Hurry up and save me!' Misha silently cried, just about to throw himself out of the window.

Goodness, he even hoped Gabriel would show up! That would surely draw the old lady's attention and give him a breather. However, no one answered his prayers no matter how long he waited, and gradually, anxiety started to kick in, twisting his stomach in knots.

His mother always came by early in the morning, yet she still hadn't shown up despite the clock hitting 10 AM. Misha couldn't help but wonder if something had happened to her, and all that came to mind were ominous thoughts.

Perhaps, her body had finally broken down.

Misha shook his head, telling himself that it wasn't possible. His mother was stupidly stubborn, and even half-dead, she'd still drag her body to his bedside and wait until he was out of the hospital before blacking out. And Masha was also at home. She'd take care of their mother and nurse her back to health if something were to happen.

Yes, his mom was certainly fine. Misha comforted himself, then tried to think of something else to distract his mind. But the old lady's hoarse voice always brought him back to reality each time his mind started to wander. Goodness! Did she never shut up?!

Misha was just about to lose all hope when a man entered the room, silencing everyone.

Because Misha was still holding his head in his hands, he didn't immediately notice him. He only realized there was an extra person in the room when the old lady asked who he was. He then curiously snuck a peek between his fingers. And instantly froze.

It was a tall man with broad shoulders and long legs. The black shirt and dark jeans enhanced his athletic figure, making him appear somewhat imposing but not bulky. He had a chiseled jawline, which was clean-shaven, and a roman nose. His gray eyes were piercing, and his platinum blonde hair was relatively short yet elegantly styled.

No matter where he went, he was bound to draw the attention with that kind of heaven-defying appearance. Even the bookworm in Misha's room couldn't help but put aside his book and stare at the visitor, wondering who he was. The answer came fast enough, and it surprised the two male patients so much that their jaws dropped.

"I'm Misha's father," the man replied to the old lady's question, his tone even.

No wonder the little boy was so cute and his sister so beautiful! The mother was as pretty as a doll while the father was handsome beyond words; with those kinds of genes, the children could not be hideous. Life truly was unfair. Compared to that family of four, they were as adorable as cockroaches! And yet they were average-looking...

In order to preserve their self-esteem, they wisely decided to shift their gaze elsewhere; one went back to read his book, and the other discovered that the white ceiling was quite fascinating. A real piece of art, even.