My Only Love: The Targeted Heiress

"Aunt angel, what color is suitable for this princess hair image?" asked Abi, holding two pencils of different colors.

Cathy squeezed the fabric of her skirt very nervously. Which one should she choose?

"She likes the left one," whispered Vincent into Cathy's ear.

Cathy pointed to the pencil with the man's clue without any suspicion. Abi's smile was adorable when she saw Cathy chose her favorite color.

"Do you like pink too? We have the same favorite color!"

Cathy blinked a few times, not knowing what to say. She knew and remembered what pink looks like. Cathy was quite sure her favorite was not pink. Well, she did not have any favorite color as she could not see it.

However, she felt certain pink color was not suitable as a hair color. Well, she couldn't do anything about it. She was not the one who gives the color anyway.

Abigail kept asking Cathy for opinions, and Vincent always whispered the favorable colors that Abigail would have liked. At first, Cathy did not feel suspicious receiving the man's whispering. Instead, she felt grateful for the man. Otherwise, she would not know how to answer and afraid that her opinions might have disappointed this cute little girl.

However, she had her suspicion increasing grew over time. When Abigail told her to choose one color from the five-colored pencils, Vincent gave her clue weirdly.

"Number two from the right" was the clue from the man, which was followed by Cathy willingly.

Cathy couldn't help but wonder why did Vincent give her a hint? Why didn't Vincent immediately tell the color type directly? Why should he give her instructions like the left, the middle or number two from the left, and so on? Wouldn't it be more practical for the man to tell her directly what kind of color the girl wanted?

Or at least Vincent should not need to whisper the answer as an average person would think that Cathy could choose the color by herself.

Why would that man bother giving her instruction when he didn't know she was color blind? Or could it be... did that man actually know? But how? Since when?

"You will stay for dinner, right?" Vienna, Vincent's mother, asked as she cleaned up the colored pencils that fell on the floor.

"No. We'll eat out." Vincent's answer made Abigail and others discouraged.

"Why don't you just eat here? I still want to be with aunt angel."

"Hush, I know that Catherine is as pretty as an angel. But it's not good to call people by name that is not her name."

Abigail immediately got up and turned her small body towards Cathy.

"I am sorry, auntie. From now on, I will call you..."

"Just call me Cathy," offered Cathy with a warm smile.

"Auntie Cathy, then." exclaimed the little girl cheerfully. "So, please stay here for dinner. Please, please, pleaaaaaaase."

"Uhm..." Cathy squinted her eyes to her side as she did not know what the man's plan to do next.

"Sorry, baby. But we had another plan for tonight. Perhaps next time."

Vincent's response made the little girl pouted her lips.

Catherine was still at Vincent's house for two hours. Vincent's family did whatever it took to make her like home, and Cathy did feel very comfortable around them. This was the first time she'd felt the warmth of a mother's smile or what it was like to have an older sister. For a moment, she felt jealous of Vincent.

The young man had what she did not have. He had a loving and gentle mother and a sister who love him unconditionally. She hasn't met the father yet, but hearing from their story seemed that the father also treated his family with great love and responsibility.

This made her a little bitter.

"What's the matter, dear? You look so sad."

Vincent, who had been playing with Abi, instantly turned to Cathy when he heard his mother's worried tone.

"Cathy, what's wrong?"

Cathy was stunned by Vincent's worried look. She felt very stupid even to get jealous of the man. Why should she be jealous? Even though her mother has gone, even though her own father hated her... Cathy still had three beautiful younger sisters who love her as much as she loved them. She also had an uncle who loved them in his own way.

She did not forget Aunt Len, who had been with the four of them since they lived in Red Rosemary. Even though Aunt Len worked for wages, she felt that the older woman's affection was not fake.

"I'm okay. I just... frankly speaking, this is the first time I feel like I have a parent."

"What happened? Where is your mother?" asked Vienna in her trademark motherly tone.

"I... we don't have parents. We are currently under our uncle's wings. He himself was quite busy at his current job. Even myself... I don't remember what it was like to have a mother."

Both Vienna and Vanessa gave Cathy concerned gazes. Vienna came over to her and sat on the other side, hugging Cathy's body tightly.

"I'm sorry to hear that. It must be very hard on you."

Catherine shook her head, "I'm used to it. So it's not too hard."

Vienna broke her embrace and glared at her youngest son.

"Vincent, you should bring her here often." the mother ordered.

"Of course." Vincent's smile widened as he answered.

Cathy looked at Vincent in confusion, hearing the man's answer. Why does she have to come to his house so often?

"Catherine, earlier you said 'we'... do you have any siblings?" this time, Vanessa asked out of curiosity.

"Yes. I have three younger sisters."

Hearing the answer, Vanessa and Vienna stared at each other somewhat in surprise. They both smiled mischievously at Vincent, making the man almost have a heart attack. Keyword, almost.

"I remembered someone once said he didn't want to be compared to the husbands of her sister-in-law by his parents-in-law. Do you remember that, mom?" asked Vienna to her mother to taunt her brother.

"Sweetheart, I don't think he should worry about it."

"Ah, that's right. He wouldn't have any in-laws to make a comparison."

Vincent coughed awkwardly at the two women's frontal taunt and laughed nervously when Cathy stared at him in confusion.

"You are okay?" Cathy patted Vincent's back lightly, making the man choke even more, and rose to his feet quickly.

Cathy, who knew nothing, was very confused by this situation.

"Let's go. I'm starving." declared Vincent suddenly took Cathy's left hand.

"Mom, your son ran away,"

"No. It's your brother who ran away."

Vincent rolled his eyes in resignation at their comments. After saying goodbye, Vincent and Cathy left in Vincent's car.

During the trip, the two did not speak and were lost in their own thoughts. Cathy tried to find an answer to her question earlier. Did Vincent know her weakness?

Cathy recalled being together with the man next to her and realized something. In retrospect, whenever she was hesitant to take something related to color, Vincent would explain it to her first without asking.

For example, when she was confused to choose a sauce. There were several bottles with the same model but different colors. Vincent gave his explanation before she hesitated to decide which sauce to take.

And one time, she took the wrong mini glass-bottle, which she thought was soy sauce, but turned out to be filled with hot chili sauce. Vincent quickly stopped her and said what she took was not soy sauce but chili sauce.

Usually, she could still see the chili seeds in an Asian restaurant. But in the sauce glass-bottle at that time, there were no chili seeds, so she thought the glass she was taking was soy sauce.

Then she recalled the event when little Abi asked her to choose a color. The young man did not forget to give her instruction without mentioning colors. This was utterly absurd and difficult to comprehend if the man did not know her disability. But it all made sense if it turned out that Vincent knew that she was color blind.

"Vincent..." she wanted to ask, but she was also afraid to hear the answer.

"Hm?"

'Is it possible you know I'm color blind?' In the end, Cathy only asked in her thoughts.

"Why? What is it?" Vincent asked because Cathy had not continued her words.

"Where are we going?" Cathy still didn't dare to ask and inquire another question instead.

"You'll find out later."

Why is the young man next to her acting mysterious now?

"We're almost there. Close your eyes now, please. It will be a surprise."

"Ah?"

"I wouldn't answer all your questions if you peeked."

How did Vincent know that she had so many questions for him?

"Okay." Cathy complied and closed her eyes obediently.

Not long after, the car stopped, and after Vincent told her not to move, he got out of his car. The door next to Cathy opened a few seconds later, and the young man held her hand.

"How can I come down without falling when I have to close my eyes?"

"I won't let you fall," Vincent replied, stifling a laugh, amused at Cathy's pout.