Chapitre 93: Did I Miss Anything?

The harsh wind blew past them, causing Angela to clench her thighs together—though she wore a long-sleeved dress for her date, it was a mini, so her legs were exposed. December in Esmea had always been cold, and she didn't like it. Restaurants and cars had temperature control, so she didn't have to worry about it. But now that she was out here on the street, she wished she had worn pants instead—that date was garbage anyway. 

She kept her stare locked at Gael's eyes, waiting for him to respond to what she just said. However, the look on his face only told her that he was baffled. Of course, he would be. He probably didn't think she would ever find out, did he? Perhaps he felt so smart getting his revenge for that book she wrote.

And maybe… Maybe he really was smart. Angela felt her heart twist at a certain memory that flashed in her mind. 

And maybe she deserved it.