Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 227

The first thing that registered in my mind as I regained consciousness—

"H-Hngh?!"

Was that I had woken up in a soft bed.

My last memory wasn’t of a bed, so why was I waking up in one?

Just to be sure, I peeked under the covers.

"...What was I even expecting?"

The tiny flutter of excitement popped like a deflated balloon.

The moment I realized that nothing eventful had happened,

My head cleared up, and the memories of last night slowly played back.

And then—

"H-Hnghh?!"

Another weird noise automatically slipped from Evelyn’s lips.

‘Oh my god, did I seriously just... fall asleep there?!’

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A room for two.

Sharing burgers.

The flow was perfect up to that point.

Then, a bit of ice wine.

Just a slight buzz.

Then I asked to be carried on his back.

And when he took a call, I acted sulky and messed with him.

I remember that much.

But the way I messed with him...

It was way too much for someone like me.

Tapping his knee with my bare legs like that?

‘Why would I do that?!’

For someone whose only experience being carried by a man was her dad—

I had been unreasonably bold.

Ice wine.

That tiny bit of alcohol.

Made me do something that ridiculous.

Then I passed out from the buzz—

And woke up in a bed?!

‘With my clothes still on?’

This was the kind of thing you could never tell anyone.

If my friends heard about this, they’d yell at me for not making a move.

They’d start by telling me how hard it is to find a guy like Kim Donghu these days.

How there are so few men left who make you feel safe.

How he’s so disciplined, so good-natured.

How genes like his are rare and valuable.

Their voices still echoed in my head.

‘If it were that easy, don’t you think I would’ve already done something?!’

Evelyn snapped out of it and checked the time.

"Two... o’clock?"

Two in the afternoon.

If I fell asleep around 10 PM last night—

That meant I had slept for at least sixteen hours.

‘That’s not possible.’

I never slept that long.

I had always struggled with insomnia.

And now, just because I got carried on his back...

I slept like a baby?!

‘T-That’s... That’s way too... per—perverted! What if he gets the wrong idea?! I’m not like that...!’

I wanted to explain myself.

‘This is about to become a humiliating part of my past!’

As a bad feeling crept up, I immediately reached for my phone to call Kim Donghu.

But then—

"Huh?"

Something caught my eye.

A note.

- Just how good was your dream to be drooling in your sleep? XD

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

A flawless scream ripped through the air.

***

Late April

Over the past month and a half,

I had focused on one thing.

"Jump!"

"Hup!"

Stunt jumping.

A mandatory skill for aerial stunt filming.

Since the FAA (Federal Aviation Administration) had approved our aerial filming,

The only thing left was for me to qualify for it.

Normally, this process would take at least six months.

But with Redhorn’s full support—

"Starting now, we’ll go over piloting basics for light aircraft."

"Got it!"

I was able to complete the advanced courses in just two months.

Obtaining a pilot’s license was normally a long, complicated process—

But with Disney’s heavy backing, many obstacles were cleared instantly.

‘Time really flies.’

There were only three weeks left in my training.

Even with intensive training, no one had ever learned at this speed.

The instructors constantly praised me as I threw myself into the lessons.

Since I couldn’t film during this period,

I spent my downtime reviewing my schedule.

‘Next year is going to be insane, but this year is all about training.’

A boxing match at Wembley.

‘I was wondering why it wasn’t happening in the U.S.’

I only recently found out that Wembley was in the UK.

And I wondered why an American boxing organization was hosting it there—

Until I learned the reasons.

‘First, the current WBA Heavyweight Champion is British.’

The UK boxing market was huge.

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And Wembley was the largest boxing venue.

On top of that—

‘Time zones.’

If a match was held at 9 PM Eastern Time in the U.S.—

It would be 2 AM in the UK.

But if it was held in the UK—

Both time zones could watch comfortably.

For a global audience, the UK was the best choice.

And yet—

"My pro debut is at Wembley?!"

The scale of it all was overwhelming.

‘If I win, I’m required to accept a rematch, too.’

After going over my schedule, I refocused on training.