Proofreader/Editor: Kaima, Hwarang
“Was it impolite of me to interfere? Did you want to go to Chase Miller’s house?”
Noah sounded normal as he walked ahead towards the helicopter.
“No, I didn’t really want to-….”
Mason mumbled and stopped walking. He got scared about having to watch Die Hard, all four series in a row, and was going to decline the offer anyway. But instead of that-
Noah looked back as he sensed Mason stop.
“What’s wrong?”
Behind the helicopter, the sun was setting, and Noah was smiling, with the sunset as a backdrop. Mason stared at his delightful face and said.
“Now, I think it’s about time you tell me why you are doing this.”
Yesterday, today morning, and until a moment ago, Mason has been swept away by Noah’s actions without knowing anything. Yesterday, he was saved from a crisis, and today morning too; whatever the method was, it was Mason who asked for help, so he didn’t make any complaints. He wondered, ‘Did he necessarily have to go to such great lengths?’ but just left it alone.
However, when the same thing happened three times in a row, he couldn’t help asking-
“I think you are hoping to cultivate this scandal… Am I mistaken?”
Even that he wanted a scandal involving Haley was strange.
Mason looked up at Noah with his head down. He could not figure out what Noah was thinking. Did he really need a bullet shield that bad to divert the attention?
Noah was not really surprised by Mason’s question. Instead, he languidly kept his eyes half-open and laughed. Mason frowned a bit at Noah’s gleeful expression; the story was finally going to come out.
“Who knows.”
He slowly scanned Mason, and said in a gentle voice.
“You dyed your hair.”
His long, beautiful fingers reached Mason’s black hair. Mason flinched, but stopped. Noah brushed his hair and tucked it behind his ear.
“It suits you, better than I thought.”
Noah pursed his lips for a moment as if he was thinking about something. Mason felt all of his senses were gathering where the fingers stopped and touching his ear. Mason raised his hand to remove that finger, when–
“Haley,”
Noah called in a low voice. When Mason paused, he leaned forward as if he was going to whisper something in his ears on which he had piled Mason’s hair. His breath felt warm on his ear. Feeling a chill, Mason bit his lips and tried to retreat, but Noah’s hand held his shoulder.
He laughed in a low voice and whispered sweetly, “What are you gonna do,”
“-if I know who you are.”
He whispered secretly, drawing himself up and staring directly into Mason’s eyes. Noah slowly bent his eyes and smiled.
“If I know you are not Haley Lusk …. … What are you gonna do?”
The green eyes under the eyelids were not smiling at all.
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O.O Whaaaaaaaat.....
Man I didn't think the next part was this short.... So I'm posting this sooner! I had to bother Kaima again... haha
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