Chapter 183 Happy
Shyarly wore a blue hooded top with a small camisole underneath.
She was indeed very beautiful, as always very beautiful.
But wasn't this no different from usual?
"What's with that look?"
Instead, Shyarly looked at Brett's suit and meticulously styled hair with a slight frown.
"That's what I want to ask you, Shyarly."
Brett's mouth twitched. "I spent quite a bit of time preparing for this."
You're really disappointing me, Shyarly!
"You've always paid attention to these strange things at times like this since we were little."
Shyarly sighed. She floated over lightly, floating in front of Brett, her sea-blue eyes seriously gazing into Brett's eyes.
Even Brett, who could chat and laugh with Pirate Emperors, actually felt some pressure from Shyarly's gaze at this moment.
"Listen carefully, Brett."
Shyarly said, "I don't care how you are outside, but at least in front of me, just do what you want to do. No need to be deliberate, no need to go against your own heart."
"Shyarly!"
Brett deeply felt what it was like when protagonists in novels had their bodies shake with emotion—he really felt his body trembling, trembling from the inside out.
"This is really..." He smiled and shook his head. "I thought you'd like it, but it really doesn't feel right."
His attire had always been very casual.
"Wait a moment, I'll go change." Brett said.
Since Shyarly didn't like it, he might as well return to his previous appearance.
"I haven't finished speaking yet."
Shyarly smiled brightly. "But I'm very happy, Brett."
"Eh?"
"Because you look very handsome." Shyarly's face was somewhat red.
Brett felt his heart trembling.
Shyarly, right now you're so cunning!
She smiled and said, "Not long ago, you were only this tall."
She gestured at her waist with her hand. "How did you suddenly grow up like this?"
Brett's heart, which had been trembling from her words, suddenly stopped for a moment.
That's because during those four years, I wasn't by your side.
Brett chuckled softly.
What was past was past and could never be retrieved again.
He reached out and grasped Shyarly's hand. "You said you wanted me to do what I want to do, right?"
Shyarly's eyes seemed to sparkle with stars, and Brett found them dazzling. She said, "That's right."
"Then let's go, Shyarly. The night is perfect."
"How wonderful."
At the entrance of the Mermaid Cafe, Miss Miriam watched the departing figures of the two with great emotion. "It's just like when I was in love in the past."
"Yes, growing up together since childhood, innocent childhood sweethearts, intimate and close."
A mermaid lady was almost intoxicated, holding her face with both hands. "I'm so envious of this kind of relationship!"
"Don't you think they're like characters from a romance novel?" another mermaid lady said with a grin. "One tall, handsome, high-ranking and powerful, with enormous influence worldwide, the other beautiful and charming but relatively much lower in status!"
"Love doesn't care about status or position!"
The mermaid ladies played around, then also prepared to set out for the premiere ceremony.
The Mermaid Cafe was closed today.
Brett didn't immediately take Shyarly to Gyoncorde Plaza. It was still early, and his pre-planned itinerary was to take Shyarly to dinner first.
Under the soft candlelight, both their cheeks were rosy, chatting and laughing in a warm and ambiguous atmosphere.
But things didn't develop as he had imagined.
They did go for a candlelit dinner, the candlelight was indeed soft, and Shyarly's face did appear flushed under the candlelight.
Shyarly ate slowly and methodically.
Brett was working hard to guide the conversation, and Shyarly conversed with him generously.
Everything was as expected.
But something felt off.
Where was the warm and ambiguous atmosphere?
Shyarly, why do you look so calm?
Aren't you even a little expectant or nervous?
It's almost like you prepared for this beforehand.
Brett asked somewhat suspiciously, "Shyarly, you didn't use your prophecy powers, did you?"
"..."
The girl's previously calm expression suddenly became somewhat stiff.
Her cheeks, already somewhat rosy from the candlelight, now turned red as blood.
Her gaze began to wander, no longer daring to make eye contact with Brett.
"Because..."
Her voice was very, very soft. Brett couldn't help but lean forward, trying hard to hear what she said.
She said, "...I was worried I'd disappoint you."
Brett felt his heartbeat accelerating again, his cheeks burning.
Cunning!
Too cunning, Shyarly!
Didn't you really plan this?
You've already seen this future too, haven't you!
Dating a prophecy girl—why did it always feel like being played in the palm of her hand?
Brett calmed his emotions, then said somewhat seriously, "I'm not disappointed at all. I'm very happy too, Shyarly."
No matter what, Shyarly being nervous about the upcoming date was also very cute.
Shyarly smiled gently.
After that, things became much more harmonious.
Both of them smiled continuously.
After dinner, there wasn't much time left before the premiere ceremony.
Brett rarely abused his authority, calling over a sea beast to carry the two of them to Gyoncorde Plaza.
When they reached the plaza vicinity, Brett found it was already buzzing with voices. The spacious plaza was now packed with people.
The others who had gotten tickets weren't as fashionably late as Brett and Shyarly—they had arrived early.
Immigration Bureau warriors were maintaining order at this time, cordoning off the entire plaza.
Brett gently embraced Shyarly as they jumped down from the sea beast's back.
"You're way too late!"
Just as they landed, tonight's main character had already come to greet them. Tesoro looked displeased. "Do you really think you're some kind of headlining celebrity?"
"Aren't I?"
Brett smiled back with a question. He could hear Tesoro's true thoughts very clearly.
Tesoro glanced at Shyarly, who was holding Brett's arm, then grinned. "Of course you are. Without Lord Brett's help, this premiere ceremony couldn't have been held so smoothly."
Seeing his expression, Shyarly couldn't help but chuckle.
"So, Tesoro."
Brett raised an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you came specifically to greet me."
"You can think of it that way."
Tesoro said casually, "It's about the same anyway."
"Haha, how terrible, Mr. Tesoro. Didn't you come specifically to greet me?"
Some guy in the distance walked over.
He was covered in feathers but dressed quite formally.
Morgans.
"Hello, Mr. Brett."
Morgans greeted Brett with a smile, then looked at Shyarly. "Is this Mr. Brett's lover?"
"Hello."
Shyarly greeted him graciously.
"Hahaha, a talented man and beautiful woman—what a perfect match."
Morgans said happily, "How about it? Do you need me to spread your love story across the seas?"
"If you want me to pluck out all your feathers." Brett said coldly.
Although Shyarly was a prophecy girl, she had no combat ability herself.
"I figured as much."
Morgans smiled awkwardly.
"Alright, let's go. The ceremony should start!"
Tesoro said impatiently.
So everyone entered.
It was finally about to begin.
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