CHAPTER 48 Playing This Big?

　　I grew wary of his so-called condition.

　　The man lowered his head slightly, his tone half-teasing, half-serious.

　　"This is personal, you see. Only my girlfriend has the right to know. Promise to be my girlfriend for a week, and I'll tell you."

　　His words carried a playful flirtation, but his demeanor remained gentlemanly, without a trace of sleaziness.

　　Technically, I'd approached him first, so I couldn't really complain. Despite the absurdity of his condition, I managed to stay calm.

　　"Playing it big, aren't you?"

　　"What's wrong? Too much?" His smile deepened, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

　　"Not really."

　　I glanced back at the booth. Everyone was craning their necks, curiosity and excitement painted across their faces. All except Lucas, who lounged against the sofa. His face was obscured by the neon lights, making his emotions unreadable.

　　If his mask fell, what would his real expression look like?