When Lora Hale finally noticed Ace Kane crouched in the corner of the balcony, with that nude-colored stocking draped shamelessly across his face, her mind went completely blank.
“Ace Kane, you absolute menace—what are you doing squatting there?!”
He answered without even lifting his head. “Looking for slippers. You didn’t give me any, am I not allowed to find my own?”
Then, after stating his case, he shot back, “But you—what kind of female hooligan throws stockings at a man’s face? And of all places, that spot? What exactly were you planning?”
Her face burned so hot she felt dizzy. “Y-You’re the hooligan! I remembered the wash basin was over there, so I threw it that way. How was I supposed to know you’d be crouching there like some creep, peeking around?!”
He nearly choked on indign
