[2] Mr. Tycoon's Woman || PJ&RP ✔️

Chapter 275: They Better Be Edible

Rosè Yang placed the razor into her jacket's pocket and was about to walk off when she felt someone grab the edges of her pants. She glanced down and saw the lanky boy from earlier.

"What do you want?" She snapped, her ill-tempered self coming out. She checked her wristwatch and groaned. She was late for her therapy session.

"T-thank you for s-saving me..." The boy whispered, hurriedly releasing her leg and scrambling to his feet.

"You can thank me by leaving me alone." She muttered when randomly, a bottle of ice-cold soda was thrust in front of her face. She blinked. Where did he get that from?

"And it's not called saving. More like giving you a break. You should learn how to do the minimum standard push-ups and sit-ups if you want to give back to your country." She reprimanded him, placing her hand on her hips.

"I-I'm sorry...I'll practice more from now on." He diligently said.

Rosè Yang nodded her head.

"U-uhm I was running back from the office, no, wait, I meant the cafeteria, no wait...I... Well, forget it. I was saving this for myself, b-but you can have it. As gratitude for saving me."

Rosè Yang's throat felt parched. The soda, dripping wet with condensed water looked really welcoming right now.

She did not move to take it, but he grabbed her hand. "What are you doing?!" She snapped and tried to yank it back, her eyes opening a bit when she realized she could not move her hand. What was going on? How strong was this kid? She was pretty sure she used a lot of force.

If his grip was this powerful, how come he could not do the sit-ups? It was too suspicious to her...

"Take it. It's the least I can do." He smiled, placing the bottle into her hand and when their fingers brushed against each other, a light blush traveled up his neck. He shyly glanced down at his feet in a harmless gesture.

Rosè Yang realized her treatment towards him was too rough. After all, he was just an innocuous bullied-victim. She let out a sigh. "Whatever."

She twisted the cap open and took a much-needed gulp of the soda. It instantly quenched her thirst, the cold liquid soothing her rising temperature.

"O-oh right, I never introduced myself." He sheepishly said.

Rosè Yang capped the drink. She eyed him up and down.

"I can always get you more drinks from now on. I-I can sneak in more snacks too..." He whispered to her, sticking out his hand. "I hope we can be good friends in the future."

The rules here were strict and outside food was never permitted in the base unless you were an authoritative person who could bend the law.

Rosè Yang still remembered the day her luggage was searched and all of her favorite snacks were discarded into the trash. She had been in the military for a year now and dearly missed the crunchy and savory chips, candy bars, and an endless array of creamy chocolates.

Currently, she did not view him as a threat and that would her first mistake. Her second mistake was not questioning the weirdness of the situation here: how could a simple soldier like him able to access the main office?

Rosè Yang stared at his hand. "I like chips, candy, and chocolate. If you want to be friends, I want a handful of them every day."

The soldier bobbed his head, a bright and cheery smile on his face.

Rosè Yang thought to herself, 'Hey, he looked pretty cute when he smiled.'

Now that she had a better look at him, she realized how handsome he looked. Stormy eyes, well-defined eyebrows, slightly-crooked nose, and high cheekbones, he looked like a Prince Charming who had stepped right out of a fairytale. It was the kind of face that would stop someone in their tracks. Was this why he was bullied? He could easily pass as the most handsome person in the entire military base...