Joanna turned around and their eyes met. In his eyes, she once again saw the coldness of old.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment. Even though they were on a warm island, it felt as cold as the South Pole.
Neither of them spoke, but one could feel the exchange of sharp blades between their eyes.
"Oh no!"
Clara covered her face. She knew this would happen!
The atmosphere was as eerie as a horror film. Clara, who was stuck between them, felt extremely awkward. She felt like jumping into the sea to get away.
"Umm… Mr. Moran, please don't misunderstand. The two of us talk nonsense to each other all the time. Sometimes, we don't really mean what we say. Besides, besides…"
Clara was crumbling under the intense pressure. She racked her brains trying to make excuses for Joanna.
Although she strongly disapproved of their reunion, she did not hope to see them get into a fight over something so ridiculous.