The Prince Who Loved Me - Chapter 12

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Chapter 12

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That day too, the girl outside the window was working in the yard early in the morning.

It seemed like she had just finished walking the dog a little while ago.

What kind of child has so much work to do?

Eventually, Damien opened the door and headed to the house next door.

Then he looked down at the girl who was pulling weeds and said.

“If I need to report this to Child Protective Services, wave the shovel. Lizzy.”

At Damien’s voice, the girl looked up and pouted her lips.

“It’s not like that. I actually go to a boarding school far from here. Students like me who study abroad usually go back to our home countries during vacation.”

“Then why are you here?”

“I just didn’t want to go back to Korea. This is a place the school arranged for me, where I can stay cheaply in exchange for helping with gardening and dog walking. I’m also saving on plane ticket costs.”

The girl seemed somewhat pitiful, and he felt a sense of kinship with her, coming from a similar situation of being alienated from family.

“But there’s too much work for you to do alone.”

At those words, the girl sighed and said.

“Actually, there’s one more Korean boy here. But he doesn’t work.”

“Why? Is he being crafty? Then you should tell the homestay host.”

“That bastard threatened to tell the homestay mom that I’m tormenting stray cats if I snitch on him.”

“Really?”

Damien looked around with both hands tucked into his pants.

Then he saw a male student with a nasty face sitting on the porch eating a hamburger in the distance.

‘That’s the bastard.’

Damien approached him while the girl was busy with yard work.

Then he kicked the folding chair the boy was sitting on with his foot.

“Hey, Fatty.”

“…What?”

The boy looked at Damien with an incredulous expression, hamburger sauce smeared on his face.

His etiquette teacher had repeatedly taught him to refrain from commenting on others’ appearances, but what did it matter? This bastard didn’t even know he was a prince anyway.

After all, jerks with no manners need appropriate shock therapy.

Damien warned him.

“If you’ve stuffed all that hamburger in your mouth, then go work. Don’t make the lady get dirt on her hands.”

“Lady? What kind of lady is she? Stop picking fights and get lost!”

Damien, who had been quietly staring at the boy, raised his hand and removed his eyepatch.

The boy flinched at the miserable sight of scratches and bruises around his eyelid.

Damien’s eyes flashed bright blue as he spoke.

“Does it look painful? But one of the bastards who got beaten by me has to live with a glass eye instead of one real eye for the rest of his life. Compared to that, these little scars are nothing.”

“….”

“Do you know why that bastard ended up like that? Because he ran his mouth wrong in front of me. And I don’t regret making that bastard look like that one bit.”

“S-sorry….”

“Behave with manners. Especially if you’re a man, even more so in front of a lady. Got it?”

“Y-yes!”

“You do all the painting. That’s the price for slacking off all this time.”

“…Yes.”

When the boy appeared carrying a paint can that had been placed in one corner of the yard, the girl looked puzzled about what was going on.

Damien nodded and said.

“Leave this to him and let’s go get some ice cream.”

The girl, who had been confused for a moment, seemed to catch on to the situation and stood up with a smile.

“Great! But….”

“But?”

The girl gestured as if asking to borrow his ear, as if she had something to tell Damien.

When he leaned down, the girl whispered.

“That man over there keeps looking our way. Isn’t that a bit suspicious?”

Following the girl’s gaze, he saw a man sitting on a bench on the opposite side, pretending to read a newspaper while looking this way.

Damien slowly closed and opened his eyes.

‘Lancaster.’

The man was none other than his bodyguard.

What was he trying to accomplish by being so suspicious-looking?

Damien swallowed his irritation and said to the girl.

“Those clothes got paint on them, so go change.”

“Oh, you’re right. Got it. Just a moment!”

After confirming the girl had hurried into the house, Damien approached Lancaster and said.

“Give me some money.”

“Pardon?”

“Give me some dollars. And it’s fine to follow me, but don’t be so obvious. She already noticed.”

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The place Damien arrived at with the girl was a nearby large shopping mall.

It wasn’t anything special, but in this boring suburban area, this was about the only place worth going to.

However, the two of them had a very enjoyable time in this ordinary place.

They played arcade games and giggled while trying on strange clothes they had picked out for each other.

Damien couldn’t even remember when he had last laughed like an ordinary peer like this.

It was probably before he was 7 years old.

Strangely, he felt at ease when he was with the girl. Was it because the girl didn’t know he was a prince?

Or was it because of that cute smile that made him feel good just by looking at it?

‘She’s just a little kid now, but when she grows up, she’ll make men cry.’

The two people who had been wandering around the mall for a while entered an ice cream shop.

They ordered a large ice cream to share and were talking when.

A man who appeared to be homeless entered through the shop entrance and began begging as he went from table to table.

Eventually, the man approached their table and extended his grimy hand toward Damien.

“If you have any spare change, please help.”

The man’s appearance was truly terrible.

His dreadlocks, which looked like they hadn’t been washed in who knows how long, even gave off a musty smell.

Being a crown prince, Damien had never faced a homeless person this closely before.

Feeling uncomfortable with the situation, he quickly pulled out a $100 bill from his wallet and handed it over.

The man’s eyes widened at the large denomination bill and he exclaimed.

“My goodness, what a truly merciful person you are!”

“Don’t mention it. Well then, have a good day.”

“I can’t just pass by after receiving such a large sum. In return, let me read your palm.”

“It’s fine. We’re having a conversation right now, so please just go….”

The moment the man grabbed his hand, startled Damien coldly shook off his hand.

“I said it’s fine!”

“S-sorry…. God Bless You.”

As the flustered man left, Damien took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands.

The girl, who had been quietly watching this scene, said.

“That was a bit rude just now.”

At the girl’s reproach, Damien sharply retorted.

“I’m sensitive to contact with strangers.”

He had even been kidnapped and nearly died before.

But Damien, who didn’t want to whine like a 10-year-old, silently ate his ice cream.

Despite his desire to change the subject, the girl’s interrogation continued.

“But you wiped your hands right in front of that person as if he was dirty.”

At those words, Damien snorted.

“That man is homeless.”

He’s obviously not clean, right?

“And why is he begging when his limbs are perfectly fine and he’s not working? That’s just being lazy.”

“You don’t know that person’s circumstances. There are people who became homeless after getting addicted to narcotic painkillers while trying to treat illnesses.”

Damien half-listened to the girl’s words and said,

“What are the store employees doing? They should block people like that at the entrance so they can’t come in. What if they spread diseases to the customers?”

“….”

Maybe he had drugs or something on his hands.

Feeling disgusted at the thought, Damien threw the handkerchief he had used to wipe his hands into the trash can on the table.

Then suddenly the girl shot up from her seat.

“Are you done eating?”

The girl glared at him with a face that had turned bright red for some reason and said,

“Want a tip? Next time, try a different concept instead of the prince act. That’s not cool at all!”

“…What?”

Why is she suddenly getting angry?

Damien looked up at the girl, dumbfounded and at a loss for words.

“The pampered prince character who was born into a good family and lives in luxury isn’t cool at all!”

The girl quickly turned around and stormed out of the store with angry steps.

“Ha. She’s really….”

Damien watched her retreating figure with an expression like he had been punched.

Even long after the girl had left, he couldn’t get up from his seat. As if he had turned into a plaster statue.

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