Chapter 278
Daphne
I purposely interrupted their little moment.
Ain't no way was I going to let the male lead slip back into her coils, or let whatever nostalgic, tragic eye-contact was happening reach its natural, stupid conclusion. Nope.
Him, all lonely lion king with his tragic jawline scar. Her, all repressed devotion and coiled snake readiness. It was practically dripping with "should we, shouldn't we" angst. Bor-ing.
The harem's broken. The mission is functionally complete. I'm not about to let some melodramatic, unresolved sexual tension sprout a new, problematic side-plot.
"Congratulations on your coronation. Sure, I'm a couple of months late, but I was busy," I say, waving a dismissive hand. Busy is an understatement. I'd watched the whole thing via a System-generated live feed.
"Thank you," he says, his voice cautious. He pauses, and leans forward on the desk, his fingers moving restlessly.
