Chapter 6

“What’s my little witch thinking about? You don’t look too happy.” A teasing voice broke through my thoughts.

As I stepped out of the villa complex, I saw someone leaning against a small scooter parked nearby, their eyes fixed on me.

I hurried over, taking in the scooter’s pink finish, adorned with several Doraemon stickers.

“Manly pink?” I chuckled, looking at Liam Hayes, then feigned a look of grave disappointment. “The great Young Master Hayes, riding a scooter? That’s really falling from grace!”

Liam gave me a gentle flick on the forehead, stopping my dramatic act.

I glared at him, annoyed, grinding my teeth. “Ow! That hurt, you jerk!”

Liam rubbed my forehead, which actually didn’t hurt anymore, and chuckled. “A jerk’s girlfriend is just as much of a jerk, right?”

“Who’s your girlfriend?” I glared at him!

“Your future is already sealed with me. You think you can run off with some other guy?”

He smiled, spreading his hands helplessly, two shallow dimples appearing on his cheeks.

I rolled my eyes dramatically.

If looks could kill, Liam would have been six feet under eight hundred times since I met him.

But now…

I thought about it. I wouldn't want to.

Liam noticed my hands stained with flower sap. He pulled out a pack of wet wipes from his pocket and meticulously cleaned them.

Then, he gently put a helmet on my head.

It was black, with ‘Cool’ sprayed in white paint on the top, looking absolutely awesome.

When my foster brother used to watch TV as a kid, I’d sometimes catch glimpses.

That kid, Noby, had a robot cat by his side.

Doraemon’s magic pocket could always pull out amazing gadgets to help Noby.

I looked up Liam’s jawline. His eyes were serious.

Liam didn't have Doraemon's magic. He couldn't conjure up amazing gadgets or change the things I had hated and tried to escape for years.

But when did Liam become *my* Doraemon?