"What's wrong, a little disappointed?"
Henrik seemed to have noticed something off about Roger and glanced at Ingmar beside him, teasing him.
"Why are you looking at me?"
Ingmar snorted coldly.
"Excellent men are always favored by women."
"Unlike some people..."
Henrik's expression froze on his face, and he opened his mouth but ultimately swallowed the rest of his words wisely.
After a moment's adjustment, Roger's facial expression had returned to normal. He shook the piece of white paper in his hand slightly and leaned forward a bit while quickly sweeping a glance at the faces of the other two with the corner of his eye.
"They can't see it?"
"Is it some kind of spell?"
The sentence on the paper exposed Roger's most important secret.
This body's identity was like a ticking time bomb, preventing Roger from being at ease.
Roger neatly folded the letter paper and put it into an envelope, then stood up and found the waiter who had left just a moment ago.
