“Even if he’s made you cry?”
“It’s...it’s a misunderstanding. We’ve never had a misunderstanding—”
“You’re not lying, are you?”
Oh, finally!
All these back-and-forth had been making her feel like she was such a loser, but finally, here was something she could be proud of.
“No, I’m not lying. We never had a—w-why are you smiling?”
“Why shouldn’t I? You just as good as told me you found him boring.”
“I didn’t say that at all!”
“Ah, my mistake. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that your relationship was boring? Is that better,kyria?”
“No, it’s not better!” Why did she sound so defensive even to her ears? “And it’s not true either because I can prove it—”
“Can you now?”
“Yes, I can!”
Don’t say it. Don’t do it. Don’t lie.
But it seemed like she was bound for heck for good—
“We don’t have a boring relationship at all because we kiss all the time!”
Lyrius stiffened beside her.
He had not been prepared for that one.
Because she just couldn’t seem to stop lying.
“Yes, that’s true, we kiss all...the...time.”
And now she was paying the price, with her voice turning smaller and smaller at each word, and no, oh no. Why was he looking at her like...like she had betrayed him?
Lyrius couldn’t remember feeling this...ravaged. The moment he had heard her say those words, his mind hadn’t wasted time envisioning it—
His Kyara kissing someone else, another man’s mouth claiming hers, and—
Shit.
Had he been fooling himself all this time about her?
Aboutthem?
Had he gotten it all wrong, thinking that there was still a chance for them when instead—
Kyara was still struggling to muster the courage to talk to her boss when the elevator reached the basement parking, and the moment she saw a cold, blank mask settle over her boss’s handsome features—
No, oh no.
Was she too late? Had she lost the chance to explain herself?
“Mr. Ha—”
