For a moment, Misha was stunned and her eyes widened. But when she regained her senses, uncontrollable rage bubbled in her heart.
In her rage, she stopped caring about any misunderstanding she might cause and readied to attack.
Right when the thought of attacking surge in her heart, Arthur, who seemed to have lost himself and pressing his lips deeper into hers, felt chills run down his spine, that woke him from his daze.
Step!
Noticing the murderous rage in her misty eyes, he broke out in cold sweat. Hurriedly taking a step back, he took a defensive stance. He then wore a confused expression, and asked, "Miss Misha, what are you doing sneaking up behind me like that? Don't tell me you also want to bully me like Kevin?"
His voice wasn't low, so he immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Isn't that lady Misha? What is she doing with that trash?"
"What do you mean? It must be that trash who approached her."
