Babies' Secret: My Ex Wants Me Back!
Chapter 103: Meeting prince charming

Chapter 103: Meeting prince charming

Chapter 103 - Meeting prince charming

God!

It hurt!

It hurt so much that it was hard to breathe as she ran out, her tears rolling down her cheeks.

Why was she crying? Why?! She had been preparing herself for the rejection, yet hearing it from him broke all her walls.

Mathew wasn’t just a small crush to her. Mathew wasn’t just a boss to her. Mathew was her first love since the moment she saw him.

Amelia took a cab to her apartment as the driver was trying to comfort her or even talk to her, but her mind wasn’t there. When the cab stopped at the building, she got down, pushing bills to the man before running in.

She didn’t even wave to the security guard. She just wanted to drop down on her bed and cry her heart out again. Amelia noticed she had been crying so much since that day after that night — was that the reward for the pleasure she had that night?

If that night hadn’t happened, this distance, this rejection wouldn’t have happened.

Amelia input her password and thumbprint as her apartment opened — a penthouse she rented. The pink design of her living room greeted her and she sighed, throwing her bags on the pink couch, removing her shoes aimlessly as she took languid steps to the pink-designed standing mirror.

Amelia stared at her reflection and saw her mascara was now smudged. She wiped her eyes and removed her hotel uniform, leaving her only in her pink underwear. She gulped, looking at her lean, flat stomach and face.

What does Katherine have that she doesn’t? she thought, looking at herself in the mirror, then pulling her stomach in a stretching manner.

She had zero fat on her body. She had worked diligently to get this model-like body. Millions of health supplies, years and time of exercises and strictly following diets to achieve this body. Yet she couldn’t even attract the one man she loved!

Why wasn’t I enough?

And why does it hurt so much to chase after the person who doesn’t even know you exist?

Amelia crouched on the ground, buried her head between her hands on her crouched knees as she cried again.

She rarely felt self-conscious because she knew she had everything most people were jealous of and prayed for, but here she was having silly thoughts and stupid comparisons between her and Katherine.

Katherine, who didn’t even have time for this.

Amelia heard her phone ring and she stood up, looking at the mirror once again before walking to where her second phone was. She saw her daddy’s contact flash through it and she sighed and swiped to the red.

Amelia:

I’m unavailable for a video call.

Amelia quickly shot her father a message before calling him in voice call.

"How are you, princess?" her father’s cheerful voice came out and a smile found its way to her lips.

"I’m fine, papa," she responded.

"Princess, what happened to your voice? Are you sick? Is the cook not—"

"Papa, I’m fine," she muttered, rolling her eyes from her father’s fretting. Her father didn’t raise a weakling, yet she couldn’t help but feel weak whenever it pertained to Mathew.

"Awww, my princess. Should I come down there to check on you or will you come home?"

Amelia groaned, "If you come here, I’ll run away."

"Princess," Amelia rolled her eyes at her father’s antics again. Her father was literally and figuratively a papa bear and mother hen. Her father gave her everything she wanted, anything she wanted or desired was always hers since she was young.

Amelia Young was the youngest chaebol daughter of a pharmaceutical company. Everyone knew the Young family in the social circle. They were the main distributors of anything pertaining to pharmaceuticals.

Years ago, when she was sixteen, Amelia followed her father to one of his friend’s houses, putting on her floral pink dress, a pink ribbon, and a pink choker, feeling cute and proud of herself. When they got there, Amelia tried to mingle with other teenagers, but she was left behind and bullied because of how she dressed. Amelia was pretty short and small for a girl of her age then.

She couldn’t understand why the girls said mean things to her and she ran away from the event, walking aimlessly in the garden. After a while, she noticed she had missed the way. She didn’t know the way back and dropped to her knees and started crying.

Papa said she was cute, but the girls said something else. She cried and yanked the pink ribbon from her hair, annoyed, and as she wanted to step on it in anger, a new voice came in.

"Are you okay?" Amelia whipped her head to the new voice. She didn’t know there was somebody around when she was having her breakdown and blushed embarrassedly, clutching the side of her gown.

When she glanced at a man—a guy—in his early twenties or post-teen, on the tree, holding a book, she quickly averted her eyes.

He’s handsome. His blond hair had a golden streak due to the sun, his blue eyes were so clear that they pulled her in, and she felt her heart thump which made her swallow from the new feeling. And she rubbed her chest awkwardly.

The man-guy effortlessly jumped from the tree and Amelia took a step back from the sudden intrusion.

"W-what are you doing?" she stuttered.

The man-guy looked at her, then bent and picked the ribbon on the ground. He wiped it and gently placed it on her hair while Amelia stood rooted.

"Don’t throw it away, it makes you beautiful," he said softly, patting the side of her hair also and Amelia could feel herself getting sick because of the unrhythmic rate her heart was beating.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Girls inside said my dressing is childish because of pink—"

He chuckled softly, "The pink is beautiful, don’t be upset or waste your tears on them. They are jealous and they wish to have what you have," he muttered, stretched his hands to wipe her tears, and her breath hitched.

"Are you sure?" she asked unsurely, feeling a tumbling in her stomach excitedly.

"Yes, I don’t lie," he said and flashed her a reassuring smile and she felt her breath taken away.

Prince charming.

After a while, he took her to the tree back and they sat while she rested her head on his shoulder and he read the book to her. Some minutes passed before she heard the shouting of her name.

Amelia grumbled that her precious time with her prince charming was shortened.

"Papa is calling me," she muttered, and the man-guy stood up, stretched his hand out for her and she took it shyly. "Thank you."

"I’ll take you to him," he said.

When they got to the open, they saw her father and some bodyguards outside. Her father, seeing her, strode to them and pulled her into a hug. Her father crouched and looked over her body then to the guy.

"What did you do to my princess?" her father said and Amelia rolled her eyes and ran to the guy’s front.

"He saved me. He’s my prince charming."

Her father turned to her incredulously, "P-prince charming?" he stuttered.

"Yes, he said I’m beautiful." she pouted.

"You snake-looking man flirting with my princess?!"

"Papa!" Amelia groaned, stomping her foot on the ground. She didn’t like how her father was embarrassing her.

"Princess," her father cried out.

She huffed and turned to her prince charming, "I’m sorry and thank you," she mumbled and he nodded, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

"You are welcome," he said gruffly and when he tried to walk away, Amelia grabbed him, took out the leaf that he used as a bookmark from his book, and rose on her tiptoe then placed a kiss on his cheek.

The man-guy’s eyes widened and he walked hurriedly away and Amelia giggled, turned to see her father gawking at her.

"Princess..."

Amelia tugged her father’s sleeve, pointing to the fading figure of her prince charming, "Papa, I want him," she said, "Give him to me," while her father stared at her dumbfounded.

"You want him?"

"Yes," she nodded eagerly.

"Amelia, you can’t have—"

"Papa, you said I can have anything and everything I want and you will make it happen," she reiterated her father’s words.

Her father shook his head, "You know what, princess," her father tried to pat her hair but Amelia moved away. She didn’t want anyone to touch where her prince charming had.

"Am I having him?"

"When you get older and be a good girl. You can have him," her father gave her a queasy smile, but she didn’t care as much as her father had promised her. He would make it happen.

The moment she shared with her prince charming, who she later knew as Mathew, stuck with her for years. As she prayed to get mature quickly to have him. She watched him from afar, never once approaching him.

Amelia could have anything she wanted—luxury, power, name. When she couldn’t watch from afar anymore, she changed her last name, didn’t listen to her father’s plea to stop, and applied to be a hotel regular staff member.

She just wanted to be near him, to see her prince charming. Yet when she got to know him, see him. He wasn’t so charming anymore.

"Is that green snake boy giving my daughter issues?" her father’s voice pulled her from her thoughts and she absentmindedly hummed, her finger twirling the necklace on her neck.

Amelia had the necklace customized. The leaf she took from Mathew that year was turned into a pendant which made her carry him, his memory, around.

"Papa, I’m fine, don’t worry about it. I’ll get my man soon. Remember, the Young family always gets what they want, whether hook or crook," she said, trying to reassure her father yet she didn’t believe it because it felt like she had lost Mathew.

"Yes, that’s the energy, princess," her father chuckled. "Get the man!"