It was annoying that every time it was saying something seemingly truthful, making him have a little favorable impression of it, the system would then immediately bare its real intention to make him annoyed at it. Points. Mission. How d.a.m.nably bothersome.

Alessa took a deep breath and tried to shrug off the iron-like hand locking her arm mid-air. His grip was not actually hurting her as he was still quite the gentleman to control his immense strength in order to not injure her or leave bruises on her fair arm. But his grip was still very firm though.

When the woman tried to free herself from it, she realized, she couldn't budge it even for a centimeter.

Blinking, she looked at the hand grabbing on her arm.

When her eyes trailed his wrist up to his forearm, she noticed that it was as pale and smooth-looking as hers which had been subjected to decades of maintenance.

She was at first puzzled, thinking when did his become like this. But then she remembered the current situation, her cheeks reddening as a result.

After scolding herself for being crazy at that moment, she tried again to get his hand off of her, but no result changed from the first attempt.

Feeling helpless, Alessa could only glare at him and say, "Release me, Chris." She added, "You're hurting me," even though this was not really the case.

Her words lived up to their intended purpose though. Chris' eyes widened and he immediately removed the hand grabbing onto her. He looked away, looking extremely guilty.

"I'm sorry. It's not my intention. I mean, I was just a bit incensed that you came in without my permission."

Though the man couldn't see any change in the coloration of her complexion there, he took a deep breath then turned around, "Wait, I'll check if I still have any ointment here."

As the man left after giving her a hesitant look, she pretended to be rubbing her arm to sooth the nonexistent pain there, only dropping the act when he disappeared from the doorway of the kitchen.

She turned around to her cooking and with a hint of craftiness flas.h.i.+ng across her eyes, thought to herself with a cute giggle,

'He can see through all performances. So I'm sure he knew I'm just lying when I said that. However, he has no choice but to believe since it's me who said that it's hurting and it's only me who could verify if there's real pain or not.'

'Most of the times, he's really smart. And even now, he is. But he chose to be considerate since I'm of the fairer s.e.x."

She sighed then, "Once he's back though, I'm sure he'll be back to his 'normal' self too. Why do I have to know him so much?'

Once again, she confirmed to herself she really needs some eye checkup. Okay, probably it was actually not what she needed desperately now since if it was only to the eyes themselves, he would appear very matching with her.

A heart check-up then? But was there already a technology or expertise which could deal with blind and stupid hearts that refused to see reasons and go along with their brain?

She stared blankly at the mushroom soup she was simmering in one of the pans placed over the fire. She thought, she was really in a pinch.

It was hard, knowing that her heart had chosen a tough iceberg, the type whose one percent visible to the eye was so sharp and piercing than any blade or knife.

'Alright, Alessa. You're the Queen of Primetime. And you're supposed to be maturer since you're older than him by two years. Stop being lead around. Don't let your heart and ambition be killed by this love. Or at least, if you can't really stop, use him then as much as you love him.'

'This, at least, until you reclaimed your rights as the Second Miss of the Morgans.'

...

It's been ten minutes since the young man gave him a scowl but still fetch his laptop to work on the person she requested information.

It's been that long since she began doing what she had always been doing whenever they were together and he was working on something. Watching him.

It was because she couldn't understand the codes and numbers flying here and there on the screen. She only understood that numbers and letters could actually form a tsunami there and dizzy people up to death.

For example, he saw him typing something like [cin>>num; if(num>10 && num<100) {="">Link to the original site: https:///book/12734433505930905/The-Sinners'-Queen