The moment Naya mentioned the President, Noah's entire demeanor changed. The playful, gossipy expression vanished, replaced by a look of sheer panic and dread.
His face went pale, and his hands started to fidget with the hem of his shirt. Naya saw the change instantly and her eyes narrowed.
"He has contacted you already, hasn't he? Why didn't you say anything to me the second you walked in? I knew you were hiding something from me earlier! So, tell me, has he come up with a solution to fix this mess?"
Noah shifted his body back, trying to move away from Naya on the couch as if he were trying to hide. He gave a small, timid nod of his head.
Naya's face lit up with a smile, and she let out a sigh of relief. "Well, that's actually good news, Noah! That means you can finally go back to your normal life and stop worrying. I should go into the kitchen and cook something special for us so we can celebrate this being over."
