92 Sertia’s Initiative

"Sertia, Sertia, why did you come to such a place with Fike? Do you like Fike?"

Sertia was clearly stuck in her own thoughts and not paying attention to Irene's question.

As such, she simply replied perfunctorily.

"Yes, yes."

Suddenly, she snapped awake.

She hurriedly turned to Irene, waving her hand anxiously as she explained.

"No, no, of course not. Who would like this jerk?"

Seeing Sertia like this, Irene broke into a devilish grin.

"How could that be? If you didn't like him, wouldn't you have refused when he brought you to this kind of place?"

Sertia glanced at Fike from the corner of her eyes as she tried to explain.

"What's wrong with that?

"I just haven't seen Fike for a while, and we just found a place to eat. Nothing else..."

Noticing Sertia so obviously flustered at the moment, Fike couldn't help himself from thinking back to their kiss in the lounge.

Fike's cheeks flushed red immediately.