Chapter 115

“Spaceship?” I echoed, turning towards Alex with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.

Alex nodded earnestly, his eyes alight with the kind of fervor that comes from chasing a dream long held close. “But we are starting small, creating a miniature version first—a really small one.”

“Do you mean like toys?” I probed further, trying to wrap my head around the concept.

"Yes," he admitted, cheeks flushing a soft shade of red, a testament to his bashfulness. He cared about my feelings, he wanted to play with his toys and at the same time he felt responsibility with me. "But I will occasionally check the movie production to ensure everything runs smoothly."

"Thank you," I replied, my voice filled with appreciation. After all, all grown men were just oversized children. "I've examined the media company, and it's nearly flawless. If any problems arise, I'll contact you immediately. You can concentrate on creating your toys."

“Thank you,” Alex said, his voice muffled as he pulled me into a warm e