Jina’s expression turned as if someone had just hit her stupid. I almost laughed.
She shook her head and then closed her eyes, groaning dramatically. “I want to hate this guy!”
“Yeah… you can try. Tell me if you succeed,” I said.
“He did this because of you?” she asked, her expression turning serious.
I nodded.
“He is… man, he is obsessed with you. But does that mean he’s on our side?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you trust him?” she asked carefully, watching my every expression.
“You’re not going to protest?” I asked.
“He’s a powerful man on our side. What’s there to protest? But I would suggest we don’t let our guards down,” she said.
I nodded.
“But there’s another thing…” She waited until she had my attention. “Mila, do you like him?”
I blinked. My heart pounded. I wanted to protes
