480: Don't Fit In

Don't Fit In

The thing that Cloe liked and equally hated about Hyson was his similarity to Raelle. It was not obvious at first but he still somehow managed to always remind her of Raelle. The more time you'd spend with him, the more you'd realize how he resembled Raelle. He had this deceiving look about him. He looked like a happy-go-lucky kind of guy. And he indeed was but he was also more than that. He had a deep mind. It felt like his thoughts and ideas were aligned with Raelle's.2

And the way she felt comfortable talking about anything and everything with these two people was also similar. Whether it was Raelle or Hyson, she could say her mind out loud. They both had the ability to make the other person trust them with their deepest darkest secrets. 

Hyson was a lot more mature than people his age and it showed in the way he talked. However, he had a silly and childlike side to him as well. Kind of like, he had kept that child within his heart alive. But that only made him all the more precious. 

While Cloe was lost in her thoughts, Hyson took note of the magazines that were laying on the coffee table. He picked one up and frowned, "Motorbikes?" He looked at Cloe inquisitively, "Didn't think you'd have interest in these."

Cloe cleared her throat, "I was planning on buying one."

"You?" questioned Hyson as he looked her up and down. 

"Why? Why can't I?" she retorted.

"It doesn't go with your image," he replied honestly. "You give off the feeling of a strong and capable and successful woman. You know the ones who dress up to the nines and hold up the wine goblet while attending fancy banquets." He smiled at her as he went on, "Motorbikes are like the statement of wildness and rebelliousness. You don't fit well with it."

"You're looking down on me," Cloe rebutted.

"Nah. I'm just stating a fact. Pure fact!" said Hyson in his defense. 

Cloe pouted, "Why can't I go crazy for once? Can't I be wild and rebellious?"

"Have you met my Yanyan?" questioned Hyson.

"Of course, I have," replied Cloe. "I've been working for Chief for so long. How would I not know MC? That's the woman who hired me!"

Hyson nodded, "It's good that you know Yanyan. Now, tell me do you think you and Yanyan have any similarity?"

Cloe thought about it and shook her head, "No way."

Hyson nodded again in agreement, "That's why I said you don't have the image of wildness and rebelliousness. Yanyan gives off that feeling of freedom that comes with being wild. She is the one who doesn't give a damn about what people see her as. And she is also someone who has long embraced that wildness in her heart and soul. Even when she is acting like a caring old mother, she can't shake off that aura around her." He patted Cloe's shoulder, "You should stick with what you are. You care too much about what people have to say about you. So, don't try to jump into the unbridled territory. You won't fit in there."

"Thanks for the bucket of cold water," grumbled Cloe hatefully. As if she didn't know this already. Why else would she only look at these magazines and never dare to actually buy a motorbike? She knew she would never be able to embrace wildness. Maybe that's why she looked up to both Mu Chenyan and Raelle so much. They both were untamed and unbothered. They both seem so free in life that she felt envious.

But she had been shackled by her responsibilities and family for so long that she didn't even know what freedom really felt like. Perhaps that's why she was also so indecisive about Cui Xukun. She wasn't sure if he'd be able to accept how much she was different she was from his idea of her.

"However, I still suggest you learn how to ride a motorbike," suggested Hyson. "If nothing else, it might make you realize something new about yourself. And there is no harm in learning a new skill anyway."

"Are you trying to cheer me up now?" questioned Cloe.

Hyson shook his head, "No. I'm being serious. Open up a little. Didn't I tell you to give yourself a chance to try something new? Don't always lock yourself up in your little box."

Cloe wanted to stand up but ended up spilling her milk tea on her clothes. "Ah!"

"Watch it!" said Hyson and took some napkins to wipe her clothes. "Was it still hot?"

"Not really," replied Cloe. "But this stain..." she looked distressed at the thought of the stain on that white shirt. It was glaring! Sighing, she said, "I'm gonna change. I'll be right back."

"Okay," Hyson stepped out of the way and watched her leave. Then he looked at the floor to see if the tea spilled anywhere else or not. Making sure that it only spilled on her clothes, he picked up the empty cups and plates before taking them to the kitchen.

He would have loved to offer his services as a dishwasher but let's accept it, he was really raised like a little prince who didn't know how to wash dishes. Even though he was supposed to do such chores in his dorm his group mates never let him wash dishes. He knew how to do sweeping or mopping but he didn't know how to wash dishes.

*Ding-Dong!*

Hyson looked towards Cloe's bedroom before he looked at the main door, not knowing whether he should open the door or not?

"Fai, see who is it!" came Cloe's voice that solved his dilemma.

Hyson walked over to the door and pulled it open. Looking at the man who was almost his height, staring back at him, Hyson raised his brow. Seeing how the smile on that man's face fell at his sight, a sly smirk appeared on Hyson's lips.

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