"But..."
Goddess of Fate pressed her moist, red lips together, voicing her apprehension, "But he hasn't woken up yet, I'm really worried about him..."
Alves grinned, "Natasha, this is the first time I've seen you so concerned about someone.
You couldn't possibly have fallen for Mr. Yeager, could you?"
"This..."
The Goddess of Fate's face reddened and she explained nervously, "Teacher, it's not like that, Mr. Yeager and I are just friends..."
"Is that so?"
Alves teased, "I've never seen you care this much about any friend before.
Natasha, Mr. Yeager is indeed a man worthy of a lifetime commitment. It would be wonderful if you could be with him."
"..."
The Goddess of Fate clasped her gown, heart fluttering like a frightened deer, unsure of what to say.
She certainly liked Lionel Yeager, but she did not know his feelings.
Prajna Bates shook her head helplessly by the side.
She knew all too well how outstanding Lionel Yeager was.
