Love's Perfect Match

Chapter 567 Self-Preservation

On her third day there, she met someone. It was a Friday, and she came back to her small villa after school only to

find a person covered in blood at her doorstep. The boy was wearing an expensive dress shirt and seemed to be a

scion of a wealthy family who was being pursued by his enemies. He also looked like a Charic. Her mom had told

her to help out fellow countrymen when abroad and a host of other things... but her life was more important.

Despite feeling sorry for him, Cecelia chose to protect herself, because what if she was also targeted for

retaliation? She threw a bottle of medicine at him from inside the house and called the ambulance, but the bottle of

medicine hit Yozan on the head. Yozan had thought that this young girl, who looked quite kind, would help him, but

he never expected her to be so clever. The impact from the bottle made his discomfort even worse.

"I..." His voice was hoarse, and he was about to reach out, but Cecelia yelled at him from behind the window with a

look of nervousness on her face.

"Okay, stop. I know you may be seriously injured, and I've called the police for you, but... um, don't come over, and

don't say you know me. It's not easy for a young girl like me to live alone abroad. Let's just be strangers."

Cecelia laughed nervously and quickly closed the window. Yozan never expected to encounter such a ridiculous

situation, but fortunately, the ambulance arrived quickly, and he was carried away on a stretcher. Before leaving,

he took a deep look at the window, where a figure could be seen vaguely moving.

"Is she so afraid of death?" He smirked and let out a hoarse laugh.

Cecelia thought she had gotten herself into big trouble because she had been feeling like someone was following

her recently. Every day after school, she would look around to make sure she was safe before continuing on her

way. As she walked, she silently cursed her father for buying a villa in such a remote location.

"I pray for my safety as a young girl living alone abroad," she closed her eyes and prayed, but the next second, she

bumped into someone's chest.

Cecelia lifted her head and saw a boy in front of her with a smile on his face, looking at her with amusement. "Why

are you praying?"

Cecelia's face turned red, and because she didn't know the boy in front of her, she stepped back warily.

"Who are you?" Cecelia asked.

Pointing at his own name tag and spreading his hands, the boy said with a shrug, "Your classmate."

Cecelia was too nervous to notice that the boy was wearing the same school uniform as her, and he looked

particularly handsome in it with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. His height of 6 feet 1 inches could

make anyone fall for him.

"Do you remember me, Cecelia?" The boy called her by her name so easily that Cecelia panicked.

"Not only did you follow me, but you also investigated me!"

"I didn't. Your name is on your name tag," Yozan said, looking a bit helpless. He wondered if this girl was really the

second-ranked student in their class. Cecelia glanced at his name tag, where she saw his name, Yozan Harley, in big

letters.

"Why did you follow me?" Cecelia asked nervously.

"I didn't follow you. I'm just walking home with you," Yozan said naturally, taking Cecelia's bag and slinging it over

his shoulder.

Cecelia suddenly exclaimed, "That's my bag! Give it back to me!"

Yozan weighed the bag in his hand and asked, "What's inside?"

Cecelia blushed and said, "Why do you ask so many questions?"

"If you don't tell me, I'll look inside myself," Yozan said with a grin.

Yozan was about to open the bag when Cecelia quickly grabbed his hand and said, "Stop it! I'll tell you!"

"Books," she explained.

"And?" Yozan asked.

"A camera," Cecelia said.

"What else?"

"Umm... sanitary pads," Cecelia said.

Yozan touched his nose and decided not to ask any more questions.

The two of them walked along the busy street, and Yozan's handsome face attracted many foreign women's

admiring glances. Cecelia looked at him and secretly labeled him as a 'flamboyant peacock'.

"Why are you going the same way as me? I'm almost home now," Cecelia said.

Standing in front of her villa, she looked a bit helpless. "What's your purpose for following me? I know I'm beautiful,

but you don't have to..."

Yozan opened the gate next to Cecelia's villa with a snap, cutting her off mid-sentence.

"Haha… Turns out we're neighbors. Nice to meet you..." Cecelia laughed awkwardly, wishing she could slap herself.

Unfortunately, her welcome did not receive a response. She looked up and saw that the boy had already gone

inside his villa. She was left standing alone in the wind.

After a while, Cecelia realized that her bag was still with Yozan. "Wait, my bag is still with you!" she exclaimed.

A lazy voice came from the villa. "I'll give it back to you tomorrow morning when we go to school."

Does that mean I have to go to school with this guy?

From then on, she was forced to start a routine of going to school and coming back from school together with this

guy.

She had asked him many times what his purpose was for getting close to her, but she never got a response. So, she

decided to temporarily put the guy under observation.

A week later, during a school exam, she was surprised to find that the guy was seated in front of her and was

caught cheating.

When caught, Yozan calmly stood up from his chair and said, "I didn't cheat."

However, the school administration didn't care and wanted to take him and his exam paper away.

"Wait, I can testify that this person didn't cheat." Yozan turned around and looked at Cecelia behind him.

Although she was cowardly, she still raised her hand to help him seek justice. He let out a chuckle.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, so don't get involved." He smiled and patted her head, but Cecelia couldn't

care less at this point. Since she had already spoken up, she had to see it through to the end.

"I saw someone slip a note onto his desk with my own eyes. He definitely didn't cheat." Cecelia nodded with

conviction. "I can testify to that."

Yozan's gaze deepened, but he couldn't quite place the feeling. However, the disciplinary teacher assumed that the

two of them had a close relationship, and both Cecelia and Yozan were suspended from the exam and brought to

the disciplinary office. The two of them stood in the office, waiting for the principal to arrive.

Yozan stood there nonchalantly and glanced at the top of Cecelia's head. "Aren't you usually timid and afraid of

getting into trouble? Why did you testify for me? Aren't you afraid of being retaliated against by whoever slipped

me the note?"