"By the way, didn't I lend you money? Why are you still eating noodles?" Isolde asked.
Leonel's eyes widened at Isolde, and she instantly clamped her mouth shut, face stiff as stone. The silence that followed was almost comical. Slowly, both she and Leonel turned toward Ren like guilty children caught stealing cookies.
Ren crossed his arms and raised a brow. "Leo, I thought you said you wouldn't borrow money from Isolde. What happened to that so-called pride of yours?"
Leonel slumped in his chair, the life draining out of him. "It shattered in the face of hunger."
Ren pressed his lips to hide a laugh. "That fast, huh?"
Isolde waved a hand, trying to brush off the topic. "It's fine, Ren. It's just a small amount."
Ren gave her a wary look. "I'm concerned. I think your idea of 'small' isn't the same as mine."
She gave a delicate shrug, smiling like it was nothing. "It's only a hundred thousand. Nothing serious."
