Chapter 2
I’m a plain person. But I’m a sucker for good looks.
I’m nothing special myself, just average at best, but I can’t help it–I only like hot guys.
Honestly, the idea of some unattractive guy sweating and grunting on top of me? I’d rather die.
So, I’ve always worked hard.§
Because I know the truth: with my looks and background, no gorgeous guy is ever going to fall for me.
I did okay on my finals, but not amazing. It’s like, everyone’s gunning for the best schools–if you’re not Ivy League or top–tier, you’re nobody.
A master’s degree wasn’t enough, so I went for a PhD.o
With my plain, unremarkable face and a habit of always saying yes to my professor, I finally got into a top research institute.
I thought maybe, finally, I was good enough.
Then I met Dean. And in that first second, I knew I was still nowhere close.
I sucked up to my bosses at dinners, pulled all–nighters after drinking, and even spent weekends writing essays for their kids.
Eventually, I made it to associate director, which was pretty rare at my age.
Now, I was finally worthy to chase Dean.
People tried to set me up with other guys while I was running after him. I went along with it, just to be polite.
But every single date only made me more determined to win Dean over.
After every awkward blind date, I’d go find Dean, just to give my eyes a break.
Once it was two in the moming.
He happened to need a designated driver, and I didn’t hesitate for a second.
Dean looked at me and asked, “Do you really like me that much?“?
He said this with a stunning, completely wasted girl in the passenger seat, her bare shoulder peeking out from her dress.
I nodded, hard. No hesitation. Well, I’m just not into ugly guys.
I said, “Dean, I love you.“2
It’s human nature to love beautiful things.
But if loving beauty just means dressing myself up, that feels kind of shallow.
No matter what I look like, I love myself.2
Dean burst out laughing at my sudden confession. His messy hair blew back in the wind, showing off his long lashes and narrow eyes–so gorgeous it almost didn’t seem real.
Sometimes I wonder if he’s had done plastic surgery, but honestly, I don’t care.
His slender fingers, knuckles faintly pink, held a slim menthol cigarette, flicking ash onto the sidewalk as he laughed.
“Marian, you’re the first person to really make me laugh in ages.”
From that night on, he started giving me a little attention.
He went from never accepting my invitations to sometimes saying yes–when he was in a good mood.
Sometimes, he’d even accept the lunch I brought him.
Eventually, we ended up together.
Not because i changed him or made him turn his life around, like in the movies. He just got tired of playing around, and his family started pushing him to settle down.
I had the degrees, didn’t hang out in sketchy circles, had a respectable job, and seemed like the perfect wife.
Everyone in Dean’s family loved me–except Dean himself.
I didn’t care about the reason. All I knew was, I’d never have to wake up from nightmares about ugly husbands or ugly sons again.
When we posted our relationship on social media, I felt like I’d finally made it.
Take that, everyone who said I was delusional.
At our wedding, I stared at Dean’s face–seriously, it was like a masterpiece–and just felt this wild excitement.&
His abs teased me under his shirt &
When the officiant told us to kiss, I “accidentally” brushed against his chest and those little pink tips underneath
If only I could tie him up, in some kind of diamond rope pattern
Just thinking about it made my legs go weak–sa much for being innocent.
Dean didn’t notice a thing. After all, I’m supposed to be plain.
His kiss was all technique, no feeling%
I didn’t mind. I can make my own happiness #
That night, I was so happy I thought my heart might burst.
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like my chest was overflowing with spring water
I let out a satisfied sigh.”
The only flaw? Dean had zero sense of service–he didn’t care about my feelings at all.
Maybe that’s because I’m probably the least attractive person he’s ever slept with.
Outside, streetlights glowed like artificial stars, making up for the sky we lost to the city.
I looked at Dean’s sleeping face and couldn’t help but smile.
Those strong brows, that straight nose, those perfect lips…
God, he was beautiful.
Better looking than any celebrity.
If he actually liked me, he’d have no flaws at all.
But hey, nobody’s perfect.
As long as he keeps that face, I’ll keep loving him.
We honest people–that’s just how loyal we are.
