My brain short-circuited.
Like, completely.
If someone opened my skull right now, they'd only find static noise and maybe a potato chip rattling around.
Marriage?!
Mr. Jeon just asked me to marry him.
MARRY.
HIM.
My mind immediately yanked me back to reality like a glitchy Zoom call reconnecting. I blinked once, twice, thrice—then shook my head so violently I almost gave myself a concussion.
Nope. Nope. Nope. Not today, Satan.
I threw my hands up in the air, forming an X-shape like I was in a K-pop audition for "No No No" choreography.
"No way!!" I barked, channeling my inner traffic police officer. "Absolutely not. I— I can't marry you, Mr. Jeon!!"
He blinked, then scoffed, the kind of scoff that screamed 'how dare this lowly human reject my royal highness?'
