"Perfect night? What the hell does that even mean...?"
I didn’t want to know.
Not in my past life, nor in my current one, had I ever received such a blatant proposition. Never!
‘I guess I should be grateful it wasn’t phrased as a hot night.’
At that moment, Yohan arched his brows suggestively, and I inwardly screamed. Ugh! My eyes!
Penelope shot up from her seat. She was already at her limit. If she stayed there any longer, she felt her eyes and ears might rot.
She stormed out of the dining hall, fuming, but Yohan casually followed her. Startled, Penelope turned around and demanded,
