The Prince Who Loved Me - Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

At those words, Bada couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Don’t tell me you’ve already fallen for me?”

“Of course.”

“When?”

He seemed lost in thought for a moment as he gazed into space, then rolled his eyes and stared directly at her.

“Probably because you’re the first woman to abandon me and leave.”

“Huh? What do you mean by that? Because I rejected your date invitation when we first met? Well, there are so many weird guys these days. Plus, I have to be extra careful since I’m overseas.”

He chuckled at something amusing, prompting Bada to narrow her eyes and ask.

“Do you really know how to read palms?”

“That was obviously a lie.”

“…What? I was completely fooled! I almost believed you.”

“Aren’t you ridiculously trusting of others?”

River picked up a card that the fortune teller had forgotten to collect.

Then he tore it in half as if it were used scrap paper. And he whispered as if revealing an important secret.

“There was once a kingdom in medieval Europe. The fortune tellers of that kingdom were famous for making 100% accurate predictions. Do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because the king would cut off the fortune tellers’ heads until he heard the prophecy he wanted.”

Despite telling such a chilling story, his expression remained calm.

“And that king would use every means and method available until he achieved that prophecy.”

“…”

“So it wasn’t really a prophecy from the beginning, but a plan.”

Bada stared intently at the scar on his neck.

It was a large scar that looked as if someone had slashed it with a knife.

It seemed like there was some story behind it.

Bada was curious about his story, but she didn’t want to dig into someone else’s wounds just to satisfy her curiosity.

Bada asked indirectly.

“Speaking of which, is there any reason I should trust you?”

“No.”

Bada paused momentarily at his honest answer.

River leaned toward her.

Then he smiled with his eyes beautifully crinkled and said.

“Don’t trust anyone, Bada. No one except yourself.”

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River, who had briefly stepped into the restroom, adjusted his appearance while looking in the mirror.

Finding himself unusually concerned about his appearance, a wry smile escaped him.

‘She really came. I threw out the invitation but wasn’t certain.’

He recalled the day a few days ago when he had accidentally encountered her.

That day, River was sitting on his bike parked on the street, smoking a cigarette.

Soon, through the white smoke, he could see her in the distance.

Bada.

That woman was as unique as her name.

Bada had no idea, but he had actually been following her for several days.

‘She really doesn’t recognize me, does she?’

A bitter yet mischievous smile spread across his lips.

Well, if that’s the case, things will get interesting from now on. It’s actually better this way.

He observed her from a distance.

While others were busy taking Instagram photos in resort dresses in front of the Luxury Beach Club.

She strutted down the street with a makeup-free face, wearing a t-shirt that read ‘I Love Bintang’.

‘Who wears a t-shirt like that? And her bag is even a fanny pack?’

Even with such strange fashion, her beauty still shone through.

Interestingly, the fanny pack had a bear keychain attached to it.

Looking closely, the clothes the bear was wearing had ‘Penn’ (abbreviation for Pennsylvania) embroidered on them.

‘See? It really is you.’

Every time she walked with her long legs swaying, the bear keychain bounced around frantically, which was quite a sight to see.

She walked down the street, looking around with curious eyes.

‘Those sparkling eyes too. They haven’t changed at all.’

River’s gaze naturally followed where her eyes lingered. But to him, it was just stalls selling miscellaneous souvenirs and overly spiced food, nothing particularly new.

Eventually, the woman’s steps stopped in front of a shabby mobile cart on the street.

It appeared to be a Bakso cart, selling Balinese meatballs made by locals.

It was clearly a street stall targeting locals, not tourists.

His eyes narrowed.

‘If she eats food from a place like that, she’ll likely get Bali Belly.’

When she lingered around showing curiosity, the owner smiled brightly and gestured to her.

Then he picked up a meatball with his hand and put it in her mouth.

The woman chewed the meatball and gave a thumbs up.

At that sight, River let out a quiet laugh.

‘She’s definitely expressive with her emotions.’

Soon the woman took money from her pocket and ordered Bakso and a can of cola.

Then she crouched down under the awning of a nearby shop and began eating.

She scooped up the hot meatballs with a plastic spoon, blowing on them before putting them in her mouth.

In this hot weather, sweating profusely on her forehead.

She ate so deliciously that anyone watching might mistake that shabby cart for a Michelin Restaurant.

He stood in place for a long time, watching her eat. He simply couldn’t bring himself to walk away.

‘Still as unique as ever.’

At that moment, a raindrop from the sky trickled down his smooth cheek.

He reflexively looked up. Then suddenly, as if a hole had opened in the sky, a downpour began.

As the rain poured mercilessly, people started screaming.

But the Vendor, familiar with such situations, quickly covered the cart with plastic.

Then he grabbed the handle and began pushing the cart.

But unfortunately, before he could go far, the cart got caught on a stone and fell over.

“Oh no.”

From the impact, the cart toppled sideways and round meatballs spilled out of the container, rolling on the ground.

Some meatballs were even crushed miserably under the wheels of motorcycles racing on the road. It was chaos.

Seeing this scene, Bada threw down her food and quickly approached the man to help set the cart upright.

But the meatballs were already spilled.

The man, whose day’s business was ruined, began picking up the meatballs rolling in the street with a dejected expression.

The woman helping him clean up said something, then pulled out a bundle of bills from her fanny pack and handed it to the man.

The man adamantly refused, saying it wasn’t necessary, but he couldn’t break the woman’s stubbornness.

Eventually, the man scraped all the remaining Bakso into a large bag.

She handed the bills to the man and received the bag in return.

The bag was bulging, clearly too much for one woman to eat alone.

She gestured dismissively to the man who kept thanking her, as if to say it was nothing.

Then she took out a crumpled plastic raincoat from her hip bag, put it on, and started walking.

Even though her foot got stuck in a pothole on the road and muddy water splashed on her body, her steps remained light.

“Bada…”

River watched her until she disappeared from sight, getting soaked in the pouring rain. A languid smile bloomed on his lips.

“It’s been 11 years. Nice to see you again.”

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