"If I recall correctly, I, Nicholas, have never promised you anything, nor have I ever acted intimately with you. If Miss Hargrave considers our cooperation and social interactions as a relationship, then I apologize—it was my oversight. I will be more mindful in the future."
"Nicholas?" Hannah's face showed greater hurt, looking at Nicholas in disbelief, her grip on his wrist involuntarily tightening.
With a faint glance at the wrist being held, Nicholas reminded, "Miss Hargrave, you should avoid this kind of situation. Our identities are special, and if the media captures it, I'm a man, so it doesn't matter much, but it might affect your reputation, Miss Hargrave."
"Nicholas, you can't treat me this way," Hannah's emotions were clearly agitated, reaching over with another hand to tightly grip Nicholas's wrist, "Don't joke like this, okay? We've been together for three years, and we've always been in sync."
