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I Wished for the Perfect Man, and My Fairy Became Him
Novelix
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On my twenty-first birthday, a fairy popped out of a box and offered me one wish. I asked for a rich, handsome, devoted man. Instead, I got Evan—an arrogant, golden-haired fairy who couldn't cook, couldn't stop sulking, and definitely wasn't my type. But as he searched for my perfect match, he learned everything I loved. And somewhere between burnt omelets and jealous tantrums, he became exactly what I wished for. He just didn't realize it yet. So I decided to teach him.
Chapters (2)
第1章
On my twenty-first birthday, an anonymous package showed up at my apartment.
The second I opened it, a pocket-sized fairy shot out of the box.
He hovered in front of me, his luminous white wings beating gently behind him.
Then he leaned closer and asked in a voice made for temptation, “What kind of life do you want? Tell me, and I’ll make it happen.”
My heart nearly burst with excitement.
Seriously? People actually got this lucky?
A wicked smile spread across my face.
“My greatest dream is to land a rich, honest man with a sweet, easygoing personality. I want him toned, with a great ass, big pecs, and broad shoulders. He also needs to be completely devoted to me for the rest of his life. Think you can handle that?”
The tiny fairy grabbed fistfuls of his golden hair and exploded.
“You cannot be serious! I’m a wish fairy, not Cupid!”
The moment I finished making my wish, the fairy’s dark green eyes flashed gold.
A beam of light shot from his gaze and sank between my eyebrows.
An emotionless voice echoed through the room.
[Contract successfully established.]
A second later, the fairy grew to full human size.
Tousled golden hair fell across his forehead. His flawless, translucent wings folded against his back. With that beautiful face and those melancholy green eyes, he looked like heartbreak brought to life.
Good Lord.
For a moment, I forgot I was standing in my shabby studio apartment. Looking at him made me feel like I had wandered into Seattle on the rainiest day of November.
He paced back and forth, muttering frantically.
“I’m doomed. I’m completely doomed. My first assignment out of training, and I get an impossible client. I’ll never make my quota this year.”
Leaning against the doorframe, I interrupted his breakdown.
“Who says it’s impossible?”
He stopped and finally took a good look at me.
I gave a low whistle and raised one eyebrow.
“You’re standing right here, aren’t you? You meet quite a few of my requirements.”
Blond hair, green eyes, broad shoulders, narrow waist. He looked like a limited-edition fantasy figurine that had somehow come to life.
Next to him, ordinary humans seemed poorly designed.
The fairy’s pale face went bright red.
“Me? Keep dreaming, loser. I don’t care if I have to hunt down every matchmaker in the universe and drag Cupid here by his wings. I will fulfill your wish.”
He ground out every word through clenched teeth.
“Impressive connections. In that case, I’ll leave my future happiness in your hands.”
I held out my hand.
“I’m Riley Grant. What should I call you?”
The fairy lifted his chin. His long, cool fingers settled casually into my palm.
“Evan Blake.”
I blinked.
“That’s a pretty normal name for a magical creature.”
“Some of us know how to blend in.”
I made no effort to hide the way my gaze traveled over Evan’s bare upper body.
There was only one thought in my head.
This man belonged in a museum.
Apparently, he could feel me staring. His Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed.
“Riley, where exactly are you looking?”
I raised my eyes and met his emerald gaze.
Then I smiled.
“I was just wondering if you were hungry. Want some cake?”
He followed my finger toward the dining table, where my birthday cake was waiting.
Evan studied it for a moment before answering in a lofty voice.
“I suppose I could have a little.”
His tone suggested he had no interest whatsoever and was only agreeing because I had begged so nicely.
I cut the cake into several slices.
Evan ate almost the entire thing by himself.
For someone pretending not to care, he sure demolished that cake.
He would never admit how much he enjoyed it, but the satisfied gleam in his eyes gave him away.
Then again, a cake that good had never stood a chance.
第2章
I couldn’t stop looking at Evan’s wings.
They were almost transparent, and a soft silver glow shimmered over their surface.
They were beautiful enough to make anyone curious.
I had never been especially good at resisting temptation.
I gave Evan my most innocent expression.
“Can I touch your wings?”
Maybe all that sugar had put him in a generous mood.
He lounged against the back of the dining chair and nodded, granting permission far more easily than I had expected.
I reached out and brushed my fingertips over one wing.
It wasn’t delicate or brittle. It felt cool, smooth, and surprisingly strong.
I followed its curve downward.
Halfway to the tip, the wing trembled beneath my touch.
I paused.
“Can you hide them whenever you want?”
Evan glanced at me with open annoyance.
A second later, the wing vanished from beneath my fingers.
He didn’t say anything.
The look on his face said plenty.
Evan threw himself into fulfilling my wish.
A few days later, he stood in front of me wearing a pair of my old pajamas. They hung loosely from his frame and made him look far more approachable than he probably intended.
He handed me a thick stack of files.
His voice practically overflowed with pride.
“I screened every candidate according to your exact requirements. There is no chance you’ll be disappointed this time.”
I lowered my head and began flipping through the pages.
The files were disturbingly thorough. Each one included a photograph, height, weight, age, income, education, hobbies, and even Myers-Briggs personality type.
I rejected them one by one without the slightest hesitation.
I held up the first profile.
“No. His idea of a perfect weekend is building Lego sets.”
I picked up the next.
“Also no. His equipment is underwhelming, and I happen to appreciate generosity.”
Another page.
“I’m sorry, but his face and my eyes are not compatible.”
I moved on.
“Respectfully declined. I prefer someone pretty and innocent.”
Then I reached another profile and stopped.
“This one might have been acceptable if he weren’t my boss. I lose my appetite just looking at him at work. The fact that I don’t insult him under my breath every day proves I’m a person of exceptional restraint. Who would willingly date that man? I’d rather eat gas-station sushi.”
I continued through the stack.
With every rejection, Evan’s expression grew more vacant.
He looked dangerously close to the breakdown he’d had when I first made my wish.
Finally, I reached the last page.
My tone changed.
“Wait. Isn’t this the fitness influencer whose videos I keep liking? Face, body, overall presentation, definitely elite.”
Hope sparked in Evan’s eyes.
“See? I told you the others were minor mistakes. I knew this one would satisfy you.”
He never got to finish.
“But he posts thirst traps for half the city. If I brought him home, my friends would roast me for the rest of my life. No, thanks. Give me a sweet, low-key homebody.”
Whatever confidence Evan had left shattered.
He stood there in silence, looking genuinely traumatized.
“Humans are impossible. I’m never going to finish my first assignment.”
I heard his quiet complaint.
I tossed the files aside, stood, and patted him on the shoulder.
“My wish isn’t that difficult. You just have to know your client. Once you understand everything about me, you’ll understand what I really want.”
Then I added, “And for the record, that influencer might be gorgeous, but he doesn’t hold a candle to you.”
I only said it to cheer him up.
Then I remembered something far more important.
“Oh, and if you want to study my preferences, you can start with food. I want sticky barbecue ribs tonight. Extra cilantro.”
Evan seemed to find my logic questionable, but he couldn’t come up with an argument against it.
He turned and obediently headed for the kitchen.
I sighed.
I liked him better when he was being arrogant.
