Jackson raised an eyebrow at her last words, but Irene looked away quickly, pretending to be busy wiping off the dirt on her arms.
“Embarrassing?” Jackson asked, the curiosity evident in his voice. “What do you mean?”
Chuckling nervously, she let out a nervous chuckle and tried dodging the question. “I’d rather not talk about it—”
“No,” Jackson interrupted. “You can’t just say that and not explain.”
Although Irene wasn’t directly looking at him, she could feel how authoritative and strong his gaze was.
‘He’s taking it so seriously even though he doesn’t need to,’ Irene thought, biting her lower lip in embarrassment. ‘But seeing the determination in his eyes… He won’t stop until I tell everything to him, right?’
Irene groaned, realizing there was no escaping this.
“Fine.” She sighed
