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.

Soren care this much? He was supposed to be a guy above us all in

he somehow one of the most humble and considerate people

and questions of my own, and rumors about us were being fanned.

him, I wouldn’t have been

would willingly give him my organs and

why you guys are treating me like family! I… I’ve

so I thought

see any reason why you and your family would want

from questioning to confusion, and

too, huh? I blame my media diet. I’ve watched way too about the weirdest

was going to take your organs or something

I–Is–said that?! What else did I

laughing and

thought he might be looking at my lips,

f

crawled. Was that whole thing not a dream after all? Did