Chapter 239 Whose Boyfriend Are You?
Just when Eugene hesitated on whether he should enter the passcode himself, he caught himself thinking of the difficulties he endured to earn the title as Olivia’s trial boyfriend. I can’t lose my title. What if she feels upset and breaks off with me? Forget it; it’s better to let her open the door herself.
He took out his phone and gave her a ring before a beeping sound was heard from the other side. After a long time, Olivia’s muffled voice came through. “Hello?”
Eugene smiled and replied, “Good morning, girlfriend!”
The voice in the phone sounded confused. “Who’s your girlfriend? You’ve called the wrong number!” After she hung up on the phone, he became more suspicious about what happened last night. As he panicked, he took out his phone and gave her a ring again. He had to make multiple calls before it was finally answered.
“Eugene, what are you trying to do? Are you calling me this early to disturb my sleep?” Olivia moaned; it was so soft that it could melt any person’s heart. Eugene smiled and answered, “As your boyfriend, I can’t be late for my first day.”
There was total silence at the other end of the call before she finally spoke after what seemed like an eternity, “Whose boyfriend are you?”
He furrowed his brows as he started to lose his confidence, but his voice was still firm. “You… Didn’t you agree to be my girlfriend last night? You even gave me a probation period. Are you trying to ignore me now?”
She was confused. “Did you drink too much last night? Who agreed to be your girlfriend?”
He was really startled by her words. I knew that something like this was too good to be true! It looks like it was really just a dream. “Didn’t I come to your house yesterday?” he asked, sounding unsure.
However, the woman still wanted to pull his leg. “You did.”
Immediately, his eyes brightened. “Then, why won’t you admit it?” I visited her, so it proves that what happened last night was real!
However, her next words knocked the life out of him. “Didn’t you say that you had to leave because of work?”
He took a deep breath. Didn’t that happen in the morning? Then, he said to her angrily, “I was talking about last night.”
She sounded innocent, saying, “But you didn’t come here last night!”
Eugene rubbed his temple. Save for this dream—which feels beautiful yet unrealistic, all my other memories are still intact, so how is this still fake? Could it be that I was daydreaming for the whole day?
At the moment, Olivia’s low giggle came through the phone. Instantly, he understood everything. “Don’t scare me, woman!”
She could no longer hold back on her laughter. “You have only yourself to blame for waking me up this early in the morning!”
He said to her resignedly, “Fine. I’ll stop bothering you, so you can return to sleep. I’ll make some breakfast for you.” After that, he stopped flirting with her and immediately entered the passcode to enter her house.
“Don’t you feel it’s unfair that you have to get a girlfriend and take care of her?” Olivia asked.
Eugene answered, “Have you met people who rear pets?”
“What do you mean? Are you saying that I’m a pet?” she grunted.
“There isn’t any difference in an emotional sense. I just want to keep you and only you! No, wait! I want to keep two—you and your son!”
She found his words rather awkward yet amusing, but she couldn’t seem to find anything to refute him. Then, the sound of pouring water was heard from the phone. “What are you doing?”
“I want to make some porridge. Is there anything you want to eat?” Eugene asked.
She replied, “I’m fine with anything.”
He smiled. “You really are easy to keep!”
“Looks like you’ve found yourself a keeper, right?” She also smiled.
He answered, “Yes, I’ll send you into hiding tomorrow so that no one will think of you!”
She giggled. “Enough!” After that, she got down from bed and opened the door to see the busy Eugene in the kitchen. Olivia suddenly felt warmth in her heart. It seems that it’s quite nice to have a boyfriend.
It was after their identities changed that they became closer—and even the whole room felt warmer.
