Chapitre 102: What kind of man are you?

Luck's breath hitched in his throat as the girl rested her head on him.

Still his face remined perfectly stoic as though the pretty girl resting on him was no different from a log of wood.

The girl removed her head from him, folded her arms across her chest and pouted.

"What kind of man are you? How can you see a maiden in distress and ignore her?"

Luck continued looking forward.

"I'm in the middle of something."

She glared at him for sometime before collapsing deeper into the chair, now she looked like she was about to cry.

'Such an eccentric girl.'

She let out a defeated sigh seeing that her antics had failed and said:

"I need your help."

Luck already knew she did, that was the entire reason he was acting so unsociable after all.

"I'm currently using my help."

The girl looked confused.

"Pardon?"