Chapter 95. Interrogation

"You've been sighing for so many times now. Is there something that's bothering you?" Timothy asked me while we were sitting on the couch in my living room.

I still can't stop thinking about the stupid pretention that Ian and I are doing. I actually want to refuse to do it, but I have no choice. We have the same goal, and so I think it would be easier for the both of us to accomplish those goals if we help each other.

"Hey, are you even listening to me?" 

I only got back to my senses when Tim began moving his hands in front of me to get my attention. I looked at him confusingly. "H-Huh? I'm sorry, what did you say again?"

He heaved a sigh. "See? You do really have a problem. Tell me, what is it?"

"Problem? No, I don't have a problem. Don't worry about me, Tim. I'm doing fine. I'm just tired."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yup. You don't have to worry about me."

"Perhaps it's about a guy?"

That made me look at him. "