"This has nothing to do with how strong my wings are," Blanché said, displeased. "Allen, please understand that I'm just handling my work. It's you who came in without saying a word and interrupted me; that's your fault, right?"
"In my place, there's no right or wrong, only whether it's feasible or not."
After saying that, Allen pulled Blanché over. "Looks like you're in a good mood on your first day at work."
"Yes, I am, but that's none of your business."
Allen narrowed his eyes. "Blanché, have you forgotten that you're living under someone else's roof and owe so much debt?"
"I know that, and you don't need to remind me. I will pay you back."
As Allen watched Blanché's lips move, he slowly leaned in closer.
"What are you doing?" Blanché took a step back to stop him.
Blanché couldn't shake the feeling that Allen was afraid of something—was he afraid she would run away? Or that she'd become independent?