She told herself that the person before her was Gregory Smith, the figment of her imagination.
She had always admired him, secretly loved him, quietly watching him, but never dared to hope for his love in return.
However, she never expected that one day, the person she so carefully kept in her heart would suddenly ask her if they should be together.
How could she bear to refuse?
Even if it felt like a dream, she almost sank into the fantasy.
"I'm sorry." Her breathing, only slightly less chaotic than before.
Hearing her apology, Gregory's expression changed: "Are you rejecting me?"
Mikel Anderson appeared solemn: "No, I think we should..."
Gregory interrupted her explanation, asking, "Are you really going to reject me?"
At this moment, only the two of them were in the large apartment, and no one would bother them.
Her emotions had calmed down a bit; her speech wasn't stuttering like before, "Why did you suddenly bring up being with me? Did you lose a bet with your friends?"
