This was really happening?
"By the way, about that whole thing with distributing helmets to everyone across the country…"
"Don't bother worrying about it."
Orson tried to crack a joke to break the tension, but Emma shot him down with a single line.
He stood there with his mouth open, searching for something to say. But this woman… she was stubborn as hell. Her mind was made up—she was going to do this, no matter what.
It was the longest three seconds of his life.
The mighty Megacaster wracked his brain for some clever way to slip out of this. But when the excuses reached his lips, he looked at her—so serious, so earnest—and couldn't say them.
Because in this moment, any reason he gave to run would instantly turn into words that cut her to the core.
Even blockheaded Orson understood that.
Did he like her?
Yeah. From the first moment he saw her—both in his past life and this one.
In her previous life, she was an icy beauty, cold on the outside, burning inside.
