Chapter 4 Damn It, Freya, Go Die!
- “What do you mean, pretend, Freya? If I’m not your future fiancé, then who else could it possibly be?”
- After a few seconds of stunned hesitation, he withdrew his hand, a smug smile clearly appearing on Elias’s lips. He continued reaching toward the tailor, intending to take the attire.
- I merely shrugged calmly.