Glancing at the palm extended towards her, Vera Wave turned slightly and looked at Kris Cooper beside her. Her large, clear eyes focused intently on his handsome face for a moment.
"Manager Kris, you're not...trying to hit on me, are you?!"
He was a money-grubber, so charging interest was typical of him. Making her work off her debt also made sense, as he was probably afraid she couldn't afford to pay him back otherwise. But prohibiting her from having a boyfriend? That was a bit unusual.
Kris Cooper's right hand, holding a strawberry with a fork, stiffened slightly. The strawberry sank deeper into the cream, pushing some of it aside.
Then, he looked up, meeting her gaze.
"What do you think?!"
The man's tone was incredibly calm, with an added touch of haughty disdain.
Due to the lighting, his eyes appeared a deep, dark brown, reflecting a tiny silhouette—it was her.
Their faces were very close, so close she could feel his warm breath gently brushing against her cheek.
