Chapitre 47: 22

"You're annoying, Raphael."

"Aha, thank you." His laughter was crisp, the typical laugh of someone who knew he won this petty game. "Why did you lie?"

"Huh, I didn't lie at all."

"If you went out, the security guard at the front gate would have told me."

"That ... huh, what--" Immediately pressing his lips together as he was caught in a lie, he should have predicted this scenario. "Uh, .... — Okay ... I didn't go out, but I wasn't lying when I said I already have a suit."

Hand on his chin, Raphael hummed. He looked at Ezra as if searching for whether what he said was the truth. Seeing the man doubting him like that with eyes as if scrutinizing, provoked him to quickly stand up on his feet, he turned around to take the box he had stored in the closet, and pulled it out.

Raphael, who saw Ezra showing the plastic bag containing a neatly wrapped box with a familiar clothing brand, his brow scrunched up. Now, the man made a sullen face.