The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 92

I could feel my face cracking even more. A drunken person’s vomit had to be the most disgusting thing anyone could deal with. It stank like hell.

But I had made a refined young man of high prestige deal with my disgusting mess!

No wonder the trash bin was clean and odorless the next morning. He had already cleaned it up for me.

“I knew I’d forgotten it by the time I was home, but I didn’t call because I wouldn’t dare bother you,” Soren explained, seemingly oblivious to my embarrassment. “I’m sorry to have troubled you over it.”

Something in his words caught my attention.

“You… wouldn’t dare call me?” I asked aloud.

He smiled sheepishly. “I thought you’d think I left it behind to make up an excuse to contact you again. Well, it seemed like you misunderstood something about me a while ago, and it caused our relationship to become rather distant. I’ve been trying to honor that distance ever since.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

be

one of the most humble and considerate people I had

Kenway! Actually… the fault was on me. I was dealing with some doubts and questions of my own, and rumors about us were being

if I had suspected any ulterior motive from him, I wouldn’t have been able to say it aloud anyway.

give him my organs and blood if he asked with

just… I don’t know why you guys are treating me like family! I… I’ve got the rarest blood type, right? RH negative. So

I

couldn’t see any reason why you and your family would

watched his expression shift from questioning to confusion, and finally,

You think it’s absurd too, huh? I blame my media diet. I’ve watched way too about the weirdest

wonder you asked me if I was going to take your organs

that?! What else did

gradually stopped laughing and stared

thought he might be looking at my lips,

f

a dream after all?