Chapter 15
Engrave My Name
Carsyn's POV
Is this man mad? Why on earth would I engrave his name in my heart? Let's be clear—I might have considered it, had there not already been a name tattooed across my heart's pericardium in bold letters: "ANDREAS."
I instinctively moved back, creating some distance between me and Carol, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Carol, but my heart already belongs to someone else. You know what I mean."
Carol smirked, his tone teasing. "Sorry, but would you mind explaining exactly what you mean?"
There was no doubt—this man was a professional flirt. I rolled my eyes and replied, "Though this heart beats in my thoracic cavity, it's someone else's property, you know."
Carol: "I'm willing to pay extra to have that property renamed as mine."
Me: "You can't, because this property isn't for sale—not even for money."
Carol: "Then I'm willing to invest extra emotions, feelings, and whatever else it takes to make it mine."
Argh! This guy was shameless! No one could win against his flirty banter. But then again, I am me. Carsyn David isn't someone to back down easily.
(And no, don't ask about the reason behind my name. It's just something I like to say to sound cool. The truth? My parents gave me this beautiful name to match my ever-so-evergreen beauty.)
Me: "Oh, I'll ask the current owner of this property if he's willing to let it go. If he agrees, I'll inform you—and the hospital—for a heart transplant when I'm on the verge of dying and you're in need of it."
Carol: "But I don't just want the heart—I want the whole package. That means you, keeping it safe in your thoracic cavity, just as you're doing now for its current owner."
And now, my face was probably as red as a monkey's butt.
Not wanting to stretch this ridiculous conversation any further, I muttered, "In your dreams."
He changed the subject, asking if I was hungry. I denied it, but, of course, he couldn't resist teasing me about how my stomach had growled earlier.
I then asked him to drop me back at my hostel. He agreed, but not before adding another tease: "I'd be delighted if you'd engrave my name on your heart someday."
Is this guy for real? How could someone so ridiculously handsome fall for someone like me?
"Stupid dog, monkey—you, Carsyn! Why are you underestimating yourself?" I mentally scolded. "You're beautiful in your own way!"
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Andreas' POV
This bastard Carol must have a death wish—specifically from me.
He's been sending me pictures of Miss David every five minutes:
When she was unconscious in his car.
When she was sleeping in his house.
When she stood awkwardly on the bed, as if ready to pick a fight.
Each photo came with some irritating caption:
"Isn't she cute?"
"Beautiful, right?"
"Are you sure you don't have any feelings for her?"
"If not, I'll chase her."
"Andreas, I'm serious. She's such a cutie."
God, this guy! Why would I have feelings for a girl I barely know?
I called him, unable to hold back my annoyance.
Me: "Stop sending me photos of her."
Carol: "Why? Don't you like them?"
Me: "You know it's illegal to take someone's photos without their consent."
Carol: "Since when did you care about legalities? Mr. King of the Illegal World?"
Me: "Shut your damn mouth and stop sending me those unnecessary photos."
Carol: "Why? Do you have feelings for her?"
Me: "You motherf—! I barely know her! Why the hell would I have feelings for her?"
Carol (laughing): "Exactly my point. If you barely know her and have no feelings for her, then why did you rush to save her from Rose?"
Me: "I have my reasons."
Carol: "And what might those reasons be?"
Me: "None of your business."
I hung up.
As much as I wanted to forget my stupid mistake, this guy had taken an oath to remind me every second. He's enjoyed annoying me since childhood, and he's the only one who has the guts to pull it off.
Not even fifteen minutes had passed when my phone buzzed with another message. Sure enough, it was from Carol—a photo of Miss David, this time sitting in his car's co-pilot seat, smiling brightly. She looked... beautiful. Like an angel.
What's wrong with me? Why am I admiring her? This is so annoying.