“Ah…” The warmth in Impostor Mr. Mysterious’ eyes vanished. He wore a displeased expression and questioned, “Are you out of your mind? What are you doing?”

“I... I’m sorry,” Estelle stammered, growing even more flustered. “Sir, please don’t get so close to me. I think it’s best if we don’t act this way.”

“Why? You’ve divorced Cristofer, haven’t you? Why won’t you let me kiss you? Have you fallen for him again after pretending to be a loving couple these ...