Chapter 68 Not So Irritating

Unlike his previously carefree self, Timothy simply smiled gently. "It looks like you don't need a handkerchief."

Grace remained stone-faced. "Of course not. I wasn't crying."

"I thought you would be crying your eyes out like you had last time. I even prepared two handkerchiefs." Timothy took out a second handkerchief with a twinkle in his eyes.

"I came prepared, didn't I?" he asked.

Grace recalled that night on the roof in Darai. She couldn't believe that she had cried in front of her nemesis, so her expression wavered a little.

"I wasn't crying. You remembered it wrong."

Timothy didn't argue with her and simply nodded. "I must have, then." Watching Grace's unhappy expression, he wondered if she had been crying over Ben that night.

"Do you want me to beat him up?" Timothy asked with a seriousness he rarely showed, then rubbed his hands together. "Your wish is my command."

"That's your buddy we're talking about. It's already a miracle that you didn't side with him." Grace shru