Secretly heaving a sigh of relief that her dear friend hadn't developed any psychological issues and started liking a lunatic, Alina finally focused on the food piled high on her plate.
In her absentmindedness, she had grabbed a bit too much.
"Don't waste food."
"Oh," Alina grumbled before shoving the toast into her mouth. "Hmm. It's tasty. Wanna have a bite?"
Severine gave her a blank look, and Alina sheepishly chuckled. "I-I'll eat it myself."
Was it her imagination, or was Severine showing more emotions lately?
No… not emotions, but disdain.
"How was your business deal? You must have earned a lot, right?" she couldn't help but ask again.
Deal... A handsome face with black hair and red eyes flashed in Severine's vision.
I got molested, almost kidnapped, and ended up in a pervert's bed. Crashed in Killian Rhett King's secret manor. Stayed there for a week. Stuck mid-Awakening. And received a proposal from the grandson of the country's leader...
"Yeah, a lot, indeed."
