Chapter 39

Near the fashion show venue was an old clocktower. He seemed to know his way around the tower, as if it was a place he frequented. It wasn't long before we reached a wide room near the top.

He placed me down on top of a worn-out cushion.

"Please don't try to runaway. You can run after I finish fixing up your leg."

As he was busy laying out his disinfectants and bandages, I stared at his red hair. I noticed it was similar to Gene's fluffy hair.

"What is it?" He noticed me staring.

"Nothing. Your hair reminds me of someone."

He smirked. "Is he someone special?"

I blushed and looked away. "He's my best friend."

"Between me and him, who do you think is more attractive?"

My face turned bright red. "What kind of question is that?"

"One out of curiosity."

"I prefer Gene."

"Ouch. Rejection."

"You're the one who asked."

"The truth hurts."

I turned my head a bit. "Is it my turn to ask questions?"

"Alright. Ask away."

"Why are you stealing books?"

"Next question please."