Kaya sharpened her eyes and looked at him. Jo Minjoon forced a laugh.
“What could I have told them? It’s obvious. I told them as it really is.”
“So, what’s that reality?”
Jo Minjoon raised one brow? Kaya opened her eyes intensely as if what was he looking at.
“No, I’m just asking. I’m curious.”
“I told them that you were a close friend. You aren’t going to say anything now if I say that you are my friend, right?”
“……..I’m not, anymore.”
Kaya replied with a sullen voice and replied. She smacked her lips for a moment and continued saying.
“They didn’t say anything about Chloe?”
“I wonder. We didn’t particularly appear together in the broadcast. You and I became ‘together’ so much it is strange.”
“What’s that strange thing?”
Jo Minjoon stood up from the place. Kaya, who was twisting her legs, hurriedly stood up and staggered. Jo Minjoon grabbed Kaya’s arm.
“Do it calmly. Look at Chloe, how feminine she is.”
“So you are comparing me right now? Then you, too, become more masculine. I told you to grow some muscles.”
“I am. I’m going to the gym now.”
“You are going after one week.”
“……I couldn’t go because of the injury. Stop with the rebuking. In the first place, it isn’t that different.”
“But you aren’t that bulked.”
Jo Minjoon shut his mouth tightly. The moment he got in the gym, Anderson that looked at them sent an absurd sign.
“Did you fight?”
“Why are you asking that so suddenly?”
“Because you clearly have faces that you have fought.”
Jo Minjoon just shrugged his shoulders instead of replying. Chloe wiped off the sweat in her forehead and drank some water.
“There’s not much time until we are together. Let’s spend the time in a good way.”
“Now that you say it like that, I got depressed.”
“Heehee, sorry.”
Chloe’s cheek was tightly raising the corner of her mouth. Anderson opened his mouth.
“The semifinals must be a team mission, right?”
“Probably.”
“Now that I see, last time Martin said something that worsened my mood.”
“What did he say?”
Kaya replied.
“That there will be an unexpected event. So don’t be scared.”
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A plane was flying over Michigan Lake and heading to Chicago. If you owned a plane, people would of course think about romantic things. Travel, international CEO… and if that wasn’t it, just the truth of being up in the air made you envious.
However at this moment, Rachel Rose wasn’t feeling even a bit of that romance. The reason of it could be confirmed with her eyes, nose, and ear. It was because of the old man in front of her. A white man that seemed like a bear, with brown hair mixed with blonde and a beard with similar colour, was eating the flight meal in a flurry way. A private plane. That wealthy and luxurious word lost all colour as he was eating his meal.