Chapter 17
“Perfect!”
Art’s face clearly showed his confusion as he gazed at the small house. It was made of wood and appeared to have weathered the years, showing signs of age.
“Are you sure this is where you want to stay, Hilda?” he asked.
“Yes! Because we’re going to have a mini roleplay,” Hilda replied, her enthusiasm palpable.
Once they stepped inside, they were greeted by a dusty interior and tattered curtains.
“If I’m going to act like I’m wealthy or something, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stick to my role properly. So? It’s safer if I just be myself,” Hilda explained, winking at Art.
“I read in novels and watched in dramas that male leads prefer women who are honest!”
She playfully punched the air. Art merely stared at her, not paying her much mind as he picked up a plasti
