My Only Love: The Targeted Heiress

At exactly four in the afternoon, Star Risen employees returned to the hotel. Vincent never stopped smiling on the way home. He had never been this happy or as satisfied as he had for the rest of his memory.

As expected, one way to get Catherine to smile happily was to make her see her three siblings laugh.

So far, Cathy has been smiling, but it's just her professional smile... The work smile she always put on every time she met with the client. But every time Cathy looked at her siblings, Cathy would show a real genuine smile that reaches her eyes. Even the girl would laugh when she saw her siblings laughing.

Is there anyone who loves her siblings as much as Cathy?

Vincent did love his sister, and he knew Vanessa loved him too. But he was sure that his brotherly affection for Vanessa was far less than that of Cathy for her siblings.

The car arrived in front of the lobby, and one by one, the passengers got out of the vehicle.

"Sister, mine is purple."

"Hahaha, sorry... sorry... I always forget about it."

Somehow this conversation caught his attention. No. It was someone's voice that caught his attention.

"Sister, you're so weird." tease one of the twins. "If our bag models are different, you never forget. But you forget it easily if it had different colors?"

Only Vincent noticed the nervous laughter from Cathy's voice.

"It's just your feeling," answered Cathy, ruffling her sister's hair making her youngest sisters pouted in an adorable way.

"Ah, sister Cathy. You ruined my hair." grumbled her sister as she smoothed her hair back.

"Your hair already messy from the wind, so what made it different?" teased Cathy in a light tone, inviting her other sisters to laugh.

On the contrary, Vincent stood motionless in his place.

'If our bag models are different, you never forget. But you forget it easily if it had different colors?'

For some unknown reason, Vincent couldn't help but feel curious about this odd statement. What does it mean that Cathy couldn't remember if the bag had different colors?

Isn't it be easier to make a difference by the color rather than the models?

Vincent couldn't understand and didn't really think about it. When he gained his sense from his reverie, Cathy and her sisters had disappeared from his sight.

What he saw was someone in charge of reception coming out to them.

"Mister Dan, where is Cathy?" asked the receptionist girl.

"Probably already returned to her room," replied Mr. Dan. "Is something happen?"

"It's nothing. The manager bought this for all of us. The others have got it. Only you and Miss Catherine and her sisters had not." the receptionist girl explained while showing them the key chain with dolphin accessories attached to it.

There were many kinds of colors that adorn the dolphin's shape. Vincent laughed with amusement at the red, purple, green, and other colors that were very unusual for a dolphin figure.

"Let me give it to them." offered Vincent, not caring about the surprise of mister Dan and the receptionist girl.

"Are you sure? I hope it won't trouble you."

"Not at all." convinced Vincent with an assuring smile.

"Okay, then. Anna likes red, Carolina pink, Elizabeth purple. I don't know what Cathy's favorite color is. You pick your own and choose for her as well."

Vincent thought for a moment. What is the girl's favorite color?

He tried to remember the first night they met at an event. The girl was wearing a plain white dress with red shoes. Why did he still remember the color of the girl's shoes?

It seemed his brain was already bewitched by the girl a long time ago. Yet, he found it amusing instead of annoyed by this fact.

Two days ago, at the opening ceremony, the girl was wearing a gray gown, and the jacket was also gray. Maybe without realizing it, the girl's favorite color was gray?

So he took a key chain with a dolphin in navy blue for himself and gray for Cathy.

"Done."

"Nice choice. See you around then." the receptionist girl turned around to find other colleagues who had not taken the souvenir.

Not long after, Vincent walked inside the lobby while taking out his phone and looked up Cathy's name. He had no idea that having the girl's number on his phone made him this happy.

Luckily he asked for the girl's number after the girl finished having fun with others. He was lucky enough that the girl gave it without questioning him or gave him the cold shoulder.

"Hello, it's me, Vincent... there are souvenirs from the manager, and I got yours and your sister. Where should I give it to you?... Alright, I'll go there now."

Vincent walked quickly, almost running, if you could say so toward Catherine's office, which turned out to be empty. It seemed that the girl had entered her room to take a rest.

Suddenly he felt guilty because he had to disturb the girl's rest. The girl must have been exhausted after playing volleyball for hours.

Five minutes later, Catherine arrived and entered her office room to see the man smiled at her, causing a butterfly to fly around her heart. Fortunately, she masked her face well so that the man wouldn't know what kind of effect he had on her.

Vincent gave the red, pink, and purple keychains to Cathy and then showed his palms with the other two.

"One for you and one for me. I don't know which one you like, so choose first."

Without hesitation, Cathy took one from the top of the palm. "Thank you."

"Do you like gray?"

For a moment, Cathy looked at the keyring in her hand. "Not really. I chose it because the color suits me."

Cathy didn't notice the change in Vincent's expression and immediately walked out of the room to return to her room.

Vincent looked blankly at the rest of the key chain in his hand. The dolphin in his hand was gray, which means Cathy picked up the navy one.

Vincent sighed softly at the realization of something.

Now he understood her. For the first time since he saw the cold expression in Green Park and the words the girl said, she couldn't enjoy the beauty of the surroundings... now he understood it.

Vincent laid in his room, staring at the key chain he held towards the room's ceiling. The color of the dolphin in his hand was gray, a neutral color for the mammal fish's body; the color he thought was Cathy's favorite.

"Do you like gray?" when he asked that earlier, Vincent did not pay attention to whether the girl took the gray one or the other one because he felt sure that the girl must have chosen the gray color. So he asked, just wanting to hear it straight from the girl without looking at her hands.

And when the girl's gaze glanced at the key chain she took, Vincent also glimpsed at the colored dolphin and only then realized that the girl had taken the navy blue one.

He was about to speak up to exchange it according to the girl's preference. But the words he wanted to say was swallowed up again when he heard the girl's next statement.

'I chose it because the color suits me.'

Suit with her? According to him, the color that suits Cathy was not gray. He didn't know what color that suit the girl, but it certainly wasn't gray.

Argh! Why does he thinking about suitable color? The real problem was that the girl said with certainty as if she had indeed taken the gray when, in fact, she took the other one.

Or is it possible that gray and navy are difficult to distinguish? Not really. The colors of the two were very different, and any eye could tell the difference.

Only one thing could explain this abnormality. Catherine West couldn't distinguish colors.

How can it be? He remembered the data he received at the time, showing that Catherine was healthy and did not have any disorders. Then how could Cathy be color blind? Do the siblings know that their eldest sister is color blind?

'Sister, you're so weird. If our bag models are different, you never forget them. But you forget it easily if it had different colors?'

Does this mean that Cathy has been hiding her disorder in her family all along? Why?

If the girl was colorblind and no one knows about it, that girl was very clever at hiding things.

He remembered the incident this afternoon when someone asked Cathy to take something in a yellow bag. The girl did not directly reach the bag, which was only one that had the color, but instead asked roundabout that had nothing to do with her colleague's request.

At first, he didn't think anything weird and thought it was nothing important. He even felt jealous because Cathy said another man that was a popular model.

Who have ever thought the question was just her idea to find out which one is a yellow bag without exposing her disability.