The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 169

After a moment of awkward silence, Soren’s expression changed slightly as he said, “Alright then, let’s eat.”

He got up and returned to his seat.

I lowered my head, secretly sighing in relief. But almost immediately, a pang of regret crept in, leaving me a little saddened…

I didn’t have the courage to look at him, but after a brief silence, I mumbled, “I’m sorry. I know you’re doing this for my own good, but right now, I just can’t…”

I couldn’t bring myself to accept his kindness–nor did I feel worthy of it.

Yet, I had no idea how to put that into words.

Fortunately, he seemed to understand.

With a gentle tone, he said, “I’m the one who should be apologizing. I acted rashly just now.”

Hang on… Did Soren just apologize to me?!

In shock, I quickly looked up. “No, not at all! You haven’t done anything wrong! You’re a really nice guy, and you’ve helped me so much!”

Just like that, we became more formal with each other again, a subtle distance settling between us.

Even so, I felt strangely at ease.

only some lighthearted banter here and there–nothing serious.

we were nearly finished, I’d completely relaxed slipping back into treating him

the initiative, I finally brought up the real reason for our “date.” “I’ll let you try out the prototype when we get to my

eating as well. He set down his utensils and looked at me. “Not at all. I’m pretty

see. That’s

seat. “Let’s go—someone

business was booming despite the simplicity of the food they

elevator down, neither of us saying a word until we

no need to drive since my studio was just across

be busy, hoping to

me toward him, shouting, “Look out!”

off guard, I stumbled into his arms just as a courier on a

his expression filled with

as

from him.

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I stammered, avoiding his gaze as

noticed the crowd around us beginning to move.

light’s turned green already. Come on!” I said,

embarrassed

between us, his presence unmistakable even in my peripheral vision. The street buzzed with activity–pedestrians, cars, and motorcycles weaving through the chaos. Yet,