Hiroki stood in front of Alyia’s front door, thinking about the correct wording to present her with the predicament he found himself in. A loud sigh escaped his lips as he felt helpless. He didn’t know for how long he should stay in this fake engagement. He won’t be able to go out with Alyia anywhere without tarnishing her or his name, creating scenes. Today is probably even the last day he can freely enter his apartment without being followed by the press.
Hiroki finally knocked on the door, waiting for Alyia to open, but nothing happened. He didn’t hear any footsteps coming from behind the door. He checked the time on his watch, seeing it was almost eleven. She rarely slept this early unless she had classes in the morning. Hiroki took out his phone, dialing Alyia’s number. He could hear
