Regrets Of A Second Male Lead

Chapter Forty Three: Our Prologue (4)

"Sheesh! Did you ask me to dinner so you could ask about this?"

"What?"

Feeling embarrassed by Chloe's overly frank remark, he was bewildered and asked again.

"Am I right? Or not?"

He couldn't bring himself to deny it. It was true.

"Ha! I guess I look like someone who talks about what my friend says to others and doesn't have a sense of loyalty."

Drunk Chloe looked like a completely different person. She didn't think about the words she wanted to say and just spit them out.

"Am I... not her friend?"

"Pardon? What did you just say?"

Chloe asked while leaning her body forward at Gerard's preposterous remark.

"The young Lady and I are friends, too. Didn't we decide to be the Blarost trio or something like that?"

Gerard could barely say it while scratching his nape, seemingly embarrassed. His ears turned red at his own lame remark.

"Hahaha! Blarost? That's so childish!"

Upon that sight, Chloe laughed loudly. Normally, she would have ignored an embarrassed Gerard, but this was not the usual Chloe.

"Anyway... I'm a part of the Blarost trio, so how can you two have a secret without me?"

Gerard decided to be shameless. However, her response completely caught him off guard.

"...Do you know what you're even saying right now? You don't even like me."

Once again, a dumbfounded sound escaped Gerard's lips. Chloe Roem was unexpectedly quick-witted.

"You thought I wouldn't know? You don't like me, do you?"

"..."

"Wow, you won't even deny it. What did I do that made you not like me? Give me a reason."

Chloe cornered Gerard.

"...I don't. Why would I dislike you, young Lady?"

"Oh, you're lying. We can't be friends if it's like this. We can't be friends!"

She asked and answered herself, indicating how drunk she was.

"Young Lady, you seemed very intoxicated."

"What are you saying? You gave me this yourself!"

Chloe had been turning each of Gerard's remarks back on him. He thought it might be her drinking habit.

"But... Why are you talking less and less? Whyyy? Don't you want to be friends with me? If you think it's unfair, you don't have to talk to me."

She thought they were not friends. Drunk Chloe shared the same logic as young Leila.

"Haa."

Gerard gulped down the wine in his glass, feeling suffocated by the thought of Leila.

"Oh, you drank it all at once! Sir, you're quite a heavy drinker, aren't you?"

Chloe, who had no idea about her friend's burning heart, clapped with a broad smile.

"Then, can we be friends if I talk to you, young Lady?"

"Yes, of course!"

"All right. No... all right, then. So tell me now. Is Leila really serious with Archduke Anata? I mean, are they really serious with each other?"