"Frank, why… do you love me so much?"
Hera probably asked this question in the past. But she couldn't help but ask again.
Was it correct to even call this love? But since she considered it as such, she asked the question. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, Dragon was someone who wouldn't have a hard time getting women by his side.
He was handsome, tall, and smart. He also had a deep pocket, although his wealth originated from his illegal dealings. There were many qualities that Dragon women would fawn over. If only he wasn't crazy or if he was less cruel.
"That question again?" he quipped.
"I want to know."
Dragon let out a short and weak laugh. "Why do I love you this much? Hera, this thing you call love isn't even that much. I feel like I hadn't loved you enough."
Hera fluttered her eyelashes, waiting for him to add more to that explanation. Seeing that she wanted more answers than the usual, Dragon hummed as he pondered.
