This was Vera Wave's secret, and it was only due to her extreme nervousness that she let it slip out.
Even with Harry Snowpine, who had tried on numerous occasions to get intimate with her, she could never accept it. The moment he touched her, she would feel an overwhelming urge to vomit.
This was the real reason why nothing had transpired between them all these years.
Otherwise, with Harry Snowpine's ambitions to use her for his advancement, how could she have remained untouched for so long?
She had tried to kiss him several times in the past, but it was, at most, just a brush of the lips. Their only attempt at a French kiss had ended with her vomiting violently.
For years, the only person she didn't feel repulsed by was Kris Cooper.
His Vera belonged to him alone.
At that moment, Kris Cooper was in high spirits. He gently lifted her chin, making her meet his gaze, his lips curling into a roguish smile.
"So, you're saying you like… my body?!"
"I... I didn't say that."
