"Well, will you?" His voice became low, bordering on dangerous.
Zerra's heart palpitated. She was gawking at him now. His eyes slightly squinted while his lips curled up; it looked like a challenge.
She plopped down on the folding bed again, her hands on her cheeks. "It would depend on you."
"On me?"
Her hands reached to the long pillow, and she clenched her hands on it roughly. "Yes, if you hurt me. I will make sure that the whole world knows!"
"Why do you think I will hurt you?" Curiosity brimming in his voice.
Zerra thought about it for a while. An idea popped into her head. "Because… your face doesn't look like you are a good person."
She had hoped that he would be severely offended, but she heard a loud chuckle from the front seat. Annoyed, she added, "Who knows, you might be the villain of my life."
Which was technically correct. From her point of view, it was ingrained that he was a scumbag fiance even if he had become the male lead in someone else's story.
