308: I’m Upright!

Naoko remained unfazed, tilting her head and wearing an expression that wavered between madness and mischief.

"Why isn't this guy reacting? I've been waiting forever," someone whispered around them.

Orson's scalp tingled. If he was recognized, things would be a mess. In broad daylight, here he was, a former professional player, toying with a girl's feelings on the street—he'd look like nothing but a scumbag, living up to his reputation as a Triple Crown winner with a tainted image.

After pondering for a few seconds, Orson suddenly declared in a serious tone, "I've been married for years to my wife, I can't accept you."

A few people nearby let out a disappointed sigh, their gazes turning to Orson with some disdain.

Naoko finally opened her eyes, curiously looking at him.

"Don't you like me?" Naoko pouted, then arrogantly turned her gaze to the river view.