[Emery's POV]
[Epilogue] 1.3
"I-I-I-I . . ." I fumbled my fingers and bit my lips to hold back a sob. I controlled my expression to look composed even though my inner self was in turmoil.
"I-I-I . . . d-d-do not . . . *cough . . ."
Rotten milk.
I could only hope he took my stuttering as me being cold, which I doubt it based on his amused face.
"I do not fove you anymore."
". . ."
Rotten milk!
Even my tongue did not want to say those words.
"Right . . . ," Lance said, amused as he shook his head before he flicked his focus back on his assignments.
Rotten milk!
He did not take me seriously!
I could not entirely blame him. Even I would not believe myself.
No problem. I already prepared for this!
"L-L-Lance, I-I'm serious . . . I-I do not ruv you anymore."
He chuckled. "Keep it up, honey . . . I'm listening."
