Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl (Pearl and Richard) novel Chapter 429

Chapter 429 

Richard couldn’t quite grasp what Pearl had in mind, so he decided to search on his phone. 

“Bedtime stories to put your girlfriend to sleep.” 

After scanning through some options, he furrowed his brows and finally settled on his favorite story. 

“The little prince loved cherries, and the king planted a lot of cherry trees. There was a fairy living in one of the trees. The prince eagerly anticipated the growth of sweet, red cherries on the trees, but as time passed, they didn’t appear. 

“The prince felt sad, and that’s when the fairy living in the tree emerged. She said, ‘Kiss me, and the cherries will start to grow. ‘So, the prince puckered up his l*ps and k*ssed the fairy. Blushing, the cherry fairy made the tree immediately sprout red cherries. 

“When the prince puckered up again, the fairy said, ‘The cherries are sweet enough, so there’s no need for more k*sses.’ The prince beamed and replied, ‘But you’re sweeter than the cherries.””” 

Richard’s voice was gentle and slightly husky, enough to make anyone fall for him. 

To Pearl’s surprise, she thought she’d be too excited to sleep while listening to that voice. However, the rhythmic storytelling actually had the opposite effect, lulling her into a deep slumber. 

The following moming, when she awoke, she found herself tightly wrapped up in the blanket, and Richard was no longer on the couch. 

Feeling a bit uneasy, she got up and started walking toward the door. Just as she reached for the doorknob, it turned, and Richard, holding an umbrella and breakfast, appeared on the other side. His shoulder was wet from the rain. 

“You’re up,” he greeted her as he placed the umbrella next to the door and set the food on the table. “I figured you’d be hungry when you woke up, so I brought breakfast.” 

Pearl nodded appreciatively. Although she had just woken up, she realized she was quite hungry. 

It felt thoughtful, as if they had been married for years. She eyed the food on the table and gulped. 

“Why? You don’t like it?” Richard frowned. 

“No, how could I? I love this.” She then sat at the dining table, picked up a fork, and took a bite. “Yum! This is really good. You should try some.” 

“I had some coffee outside so I’m not very hungry, and I’m not particularly fond of this dish. Go ahead and enjoy it,” he replied. 

Pearl nodded and was about to take another bite when her b*dy started itching, and she had to put her fork down to scratch. 

“What’s wrong?” Richard noticed red spots forming on Pearl’s arm and frowned. “Are you having an allergic reaction?” 

Pearl’s sweat-drenched hair clung to her forehead as she replied, “Yes, I have a seafood allergy, but it’s not bad. I’ll be fine.” 

But the itchiness was becoming unbearable. Pearl was short of breath due to the discomfort.