Class Villainess

Chapter 93 - Trespasser

Maybe I should ask my Grandma about more detail, so I might be able to catch him.

After I finished my dinner, I went upstairs and opened Grandma's door. I saw her sitting on her bed, reading a book in full focus. It was one of her habits to pass the time. She would usually read an old romance book from her era. 

She didn't notice me opening the door as she was too absorbed with her book. I didn't call her immediately. Instead, I checked her room to see whether there was something amiss. 

I was the one who cleaned Grandma's room once every three days, so I knew the layout of this bedroom really well.

Since that red rose man always came when nobody was home except Grandma, I was afraid that he might enter the house. Knowing how senile Grandma was and put something around Grandma's room, I might have to check other room after this as well.., 

After making sure that nothing had changed, I sat at the edge of the bed, "Grandma…."

"Huh… who?" Grandma turned her head at me and looked surprised, "Emmy, do you need something?"

"Grandma, what happened today?"

"What happened today? Hm… I knit as usual. What is wrong?" Grandma asked. She looked worried.

Honestly, I should be the one who was worried here. Because Grandma was old, and she was mostly alone in the house when Mom and I were busy outside. 

"Grandma, about that man—"

"Oh!" Grandma interrupted me so suddenly. She became lively as she put down her book and opened the drawer on the other side of the bed. 

She picked two red roses and gave them to me, "Emmy, that young man gave you these roses. Ah, it's still fresh, thank god! I really forgot to put it in the vase!

I stared at the roses Grandma handed to me. I still didn't understand how Grandma could be so straightforward about it. A literal intruder came to her at random times, we didn't know what his true intention was, and I doubted it was a pretty one. 

"Grandma, what did he do to you?"

"Huh? Uhh… he brought a lunch box. He said he cooked it himself. It smells so nice, so I can't help to stare at it, haha…." Grandma recalled what she did with that red rose man. "He said that he brought the lunch box because he wanted me to eat a lot. He wanted to take care of Emmy's Grandma, he said."

Grandma looked so happy as she stared at me with ZERO worries about the strange things that she just said, "You're so lucky, Emmy. He's such a good boy. I hope I still have enough age to see you get married to him."

What. The. Fuck?!

What did that guy do to my Grandma? How did she favour that guy so much? He was a creep!

"Grandma, I don't even know his name! How can you be so assured with him anyway? He has been coming to our house uninvited. He is basically trespassing!" I tried talking some sense to her. Because his reaction baffled me. If that guy really came to the house when I was in, I'd instead take a gun and shot him dead for trespassing, 

"Oh, he's not trespassing, my dear Em. Whenever he showed up, I'm always the one who told him to come," Grandma claimed. "He usually sat beside me and talked about random things."

I couldn't believe how easy Grandma made everything to be. I got frustrated as I wanted to shake some sense inside her. Maybe she had become too senile to realize how dangerous that man was.

"Grandma, he's too dangerous. Please call the police if he shows up again, okay?" I suggested her, hoping that he would take my advice.

But she looked confused instead, "Why? He is not dangerous at all, Em."

"I saw his eyes, it was so beautiful, and it looks so sincere when he stared at me," Grandma explained. "I also asked him whether he loves you or not."

"Trust me, Em. When he said that he has been in love with you for so long, I really saw the pain and the sincere love he has for you in his eyes," Grandma added, and I got irritated instead. 

Eyes, eyes, eyes.

Grandma kept talking about this sincere gaze that creepy trespasser had as if she could read someone's heard just by looking at their eyes. 

I understood that my Grandma was senile, so I couldn't really talk logic to her. All I could do right now was to prevent that guy from ever coming back again. 

"Grandma, just… please follow my suggestion and report it when he comes again, okay? We're don't have enough money to set up CCTV…." I said. I got up from the bed, that was all I could say to Grandma, other than that, maybe I should save some money by working part-time, and then I could buy CCTV or something.

But Grandma suddenly said, "Oh, Em, you should see his eyes! You'll believe me once you can see how much he loves you!"

…

I turned my head at her. Since she kept repeating the same eyes, eyes, and eyes, I might get more information about this red rose man. 

"Grandma, since you stare at his eyes so much, do you know what is his eye colour?" I asked. There was plenty of suspicion in my head as to who this man might be.

The eye colour might fit the physical description of some of the suspicious people on my list. 

"Oh, eye colour?" Grandma seemed to think hard to remember it. After a while, she nodded and replied, "He has a pair of crystal eyes. They'll draw you in with the beauty in his eyes."

"Grandma, I'm asking about eye colour…." I tried to redirect her back to the main question.

"Green. His eyes are green like a pair of beautiful emerald…."