OH, WOW.
Neoma had just fallen in love with Haruto all over again.
This steak tastes familiar. I can't remember where I've had something like this before. But I'm sure they taste exactly the same.
But that wasn't important at the moment.
It just took one bite of the steak that Haruto cooked for Neoma to realize that she couldn't let go of this boy.
Maybe fighting his god is worth a shot.
"Sunbae?"
"No, I will not marry you."
Neoma knitted her eyebrows, annoyed. "Did someone else propose to you after taking a bite of the dish you made for them?"
"You wouldn't be the first, and I doubt you'd be the last."
Tsk.
If someone else had said the same things Haruto just said, Neoma would have called them arrogant (even though it was like the pot calling the kettle black).
But Haruto said it in a matter-of-fact way.
