NOVEL NEXT WORLD Chapter 166.2
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Kien greeted me calmly inside the Information Guild. I looked at him intently.
“Are you okay?”
“What could possibly be wrong?”
“Maybe… did you have a tax investigation or an urgent search?”
“Do you think the king of a country would come personally for that?”
“So, it’s really just a visit?”
“Surprisingly, yes.”
“…”
His Majesty the King has some unexpected sides.
“Or maybe that silver-haired doll-like boy controls the king.”
…So why?
Speaking of which, calling Cedric a ‘silver-haired doll’. Cedric is indeed pretty, but imagining him controlling the king is too vivid and problematic.
“By the way, why do you keep asking me to come here? You could send the fee through a servant.”
“It’s my business principle. I handle VIPs directly.”
Kien said, removing his feet from the desk. He’s quite eccentric.
“Do you want tea?”
“Since when did you serve tea?”
That day was odd. Suddenly, the youngest employee of the Information Guild served tea.
“You have this service now?”
“Started today.”
I sipped the tea skeptically. It was surprisingly good. Moreover, a three-tiered tray filled with my favorite foods.
‘Does being the head of the Information Guild mean he knows my taste?’
Sweet chocolate, mocha cake, and a whipped cream cake topped with rose petals. It’s appreciated, but kind of creepy.
“Didn’t you say you had something to tell me?”
When I brought it up, I was thinking how long I had known Kien, such a random thought.
“Yeah.”
“What is it?”
Kien paused for a moment and looked at me intently.
“…The cake.”
“Yes?”
“Do you like the cake?”
“Yes, it’s from a shop I like. It’s great.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
What’s he trying to pick on? I replied, flustered.
“How do you feel if I say I like it?”
Kien chuckled.
“Leticia.”
Startled, why is he calling my name so seriously all of a sudden?
“I like you.”
What? I almost spit out my tea.
“I would like you to be my wife. I’m serious.”
“What?”
Serious? The ‘serious’ in ‘are you serious’? …That can’t be.
From a confession to a marriage proposal in rapid succession. I felt as if I was hit by a fast-moving carriage on the road and then thrown onto train tracks, watching a speeding train coming at me.