(Risking My Life) Proposing to Miss Hazel - Chapter 38
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Chapter 38
“Right now? What for?”
“Well, I was wondering if you’ve had breakfast yet. If it’s alright with you, maybe we could have brunch together…”
The young worker’s words trailed off weakly.
Anxious glances.
A hesitant voice.
Slightly reddened cheeks.
Could this possibly be what I think it is?
Finally catching on to the situation, I gasped in surprise.
It had been so long since such a direct approach.
‘How many years has it been… Isn’t he afraid of Felix?’
Young men who don’t want to be bitten by a mad dog shouldn’t even talk to Hazel.
That was a basic rule of Ruden Village…
Seeing him approach me so boldly now, he must think Felix has changed.
I widened my eyes and carefully looked over the young worker’s face.
Short-cropped hair, rough features and sturdy build, sincere attitude toward work.
Up to this point, he perfectly met the conditions of a humble potato, but one thing was lacking.
His eyes.
A proper humble potato should have innocent and upright eyes untainted by the world, but this worker’s eyes were too…
Too…
How should I put it. Full of ambition, perhaps. Like he would someday figure out Uncle Paul’s secret techniques.
Anyway, the young worker at the leather workshop was closer to an ambitious potato than a humble potato.
I drooped my eyebrows in embarrassment and gently declined.
“I’m sorry. I already had breakfast, and I’m planning to eat lunch with Felix.”
That was a lie.
This morning, after boldly telling Felix to leave lunch to me, I performed the miracle of turning ham and cheese grilled sandwiches into fossil fuel. Both the appearance and smell were exactly like coal.
So on my way to the general store, I need to stop by the bakery and buy sandwiches made by Maria. They’re expensive but delicious, so I can indulge in such small luxuries occasionally.
Despite my refusal, Mr. Ambitious Potato didn’t back down easily.
His bulging eyes flashed uncomfortably.
“Ah, that’s too bad… If you don’t have time for a meal, could I make you a pair of shoes? Pretty shoes that would match the dress you’re wearing.”
His gaze traveled down along my dress hem to my feet.
Rough brown boots that didn’t match my pink dress at all.
The worn shoes, as old as Felix’s, looked like they could develop holes at any moment.
Suddenly embarrassed, I hid my shoes under my dress hem.
As I was rolling my eyes in mortification—
“Miss Hazel?”
Baron’s voice suddenly came from behind the ambitious potato.
“Baron?”
The red eyes that spotted me curved into crescents.
Step by step, as Baron approached, a black shadow fell over the ambitious potato’s head.
I thought this guy was pretty big too, but compared to Baron, he was like a wolf before a tiger.
The man’s face suddenly turned pale as he trembled.
He glanced back and slowly slipped away.
“M-Miss Hazel. I’ll be g-going now… S-see you n-next time… No, never mind. Sorry…”
He even started stuttering.
With his spirit completely crushed as he retreated, he looked more like a shriveled potato than an ambitious one.
It seems to be because of Baron…
‘Baron only greeted me, so why is he acting like this?’
As I blinked in confusion, Baron’s pretty smile deepened.
Though it shouldn’t be surprising, he’s a man who lives billions of light-years away from humble potatoes. He lives on a different planet entirely.
The man with a voice as perfect as his bewitching face cheerfully offered a morning greeting.
“Good morning, Miss Hazel. We meet here today.”
“Indeed, good morning. What brings you to the leather workshop, Baron?”
“I have some work to pick up.”
“You know how to work with leather too?”
Baron smiled silently.
Right, of course he would. Is there anything in this world this man can’t do?
‘Still, Uncle Paul is picky and doesn’t entrust work to just anyone.’
Baron really is a formidable person.
Oh, right. It turned out Baron had nothing to do with what happened to Axel.
Something about being possessed by a ghost and falling into a pit.
Rumor has it several of his ribs were broken, but seeing him ramble about ghosts, he must have injured his head too.
I met Baron’s eyes and turned my body at an angle.
If I don’t leave now, I’ll definitely be late today.
“Well then, Baron, work hard today. I think I’ll be late, so I should get going.”
“Wait a moment, Miss Hazel.”
Baron stopped me and pulled something from the bag slung over his shoulder.
It was a pink cloth the same color as my dress. From the way it wrapped a square box, it seemed to be a lunch cloth.
‘It doesn’t suit him.’
When I chuckled, he glanced at me slyly as if he understood the meaning of my laughter.
“Is that your lunch cloth, Baron?”
“Pink is truly a real man’s color.”
He made an uncharacteristic joke and placed the cloth in my hands.
The lunch was warm and heavy.
“Why are you giving this to me?”
Baron rattled off his reason as if he’d been waiting for this.
“I made too much for lunch today and packed double portions. If it’s alright with you, could you take half, Miss Hazel?”
Oh my.
Perfect timing.
How did he know I burned the sandwiches I was going to take for lunch this morning?
Though it was welcome news, I felt guilty about accepting it so readily.
I was conscious of always receiving things from Baron.
But my hands were already gripping the lunch box tightly. It was because my body remembered the taste of his food.
I glanced at him and asked slyly.
“You’re in a bind with it, aren’t you?”
“Something like that.”
“Then there’s no choice. I’ll eat it deliciously for you.”
“Thank you.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?”
Baron chuckled with delight, then reached his hand toward my face.
His fingertips gently touched my right cheek.
“An eyelash.”
“Ah.”
What keen eyes he has.
***
8:30.
Thirty minutes later than the usual work time.
I entered the General Store, carefully holding the lunch box in my arms.
“Late Hazel reporting for work.”
When I voluntarily confessed my crime, Felix chuckled while sweeping the floor with his broom. Indeed, when you’ve committed a crime, it’s best to turn yourself in and find redemption.
“Did you come this late just because you did some housework yesterday?”
“I’m not that petty of a woman.”
“Well, if you worked 40 minutes but were 30 minutes late, I guess you came early.”
“Think of it that way.”
Swish, swish-.
Felix, who had been approaching me while sweeping, suddenly started sniffing like a search dog.
His eyebrows furrowed menacingly, and clear horizontal wrinkles formed on the bridge of his nose.
With his slightly hunched back and agile movements, he was no different from a dog.
“Sniff sniff.”
Felix, who had been turning his head this way and that while smelling the surroundings, thrust his nose toward the lunch box.
“There’s a smell.”
“Of course there’s a smell since it’s a lunch box.”
“No, not that kind of smell.”
“Then what?”
“The smell of a man.”
“….”
Goosebumps rose along the back of my neck.
No, how exactly?
How does he smell that from a pink wrapping cloth?
Felix’s intuition was as animalistic as his movements.
“Sniff sniff.”
His nose traveled down along my skirt.
He breathed carefully, as persistent as tracking bleeding prey on the run, as cautious as a detective digging up the final clue.
Sniff sniff sniff, he looked at my feet while smelling, then muttered in a cold voice.
“Hazel, you….”
Gulp, I swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.
Even though I hadn’t done anything particularly wrong, my guilty heart stung.
“Why, what’s wrong.”
“Your shoes are really worn out.”
“Huh?”
“They’ll get holes soon. We need to get you new shoes.”
“….”
This foolish Felix.
He keeps wearing shoes with holes himself, yet immediately notices when my shoes are worn out.
“That’s not true! My shoes are still fine!”
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