Chapter 2 of Exposed After Six Failed Assassinations of the Alpha

I rolled my eyes.

I was just an average assassin, nothing special.

But then, Ronan suddenly released my hand. He swiftly pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight, aiming it straight at my face.

What the hell?

Had I been exposed?

Was this some kind of trap?

Instinctively, my professional assassin skills kicked in-I raised my hands in surrender, about to crouch down, when he calmly said to Alice, "Did you see that? You're ugly, she's beautiful."

Wait, what?

Ronan was a looks guy?

What a twist.

I awkwardly pretended to scratch my head, trying to act cool while my heart was doing backflips.

Damn it.

Mental note: Ronan, you're a dead man.

This mission wasn't going to happen tonight. I'd have to wait for another chance.

Just when I was wallowing in defeat, he suddenly draped his arm over my shoulders, saying with far too much familiarity, "Stammer, I accept your pursuit."

Who's pursuing you?!

Are you the ancient Greek god of self-confidence or something?

But.

Seeing Alice still clinging to him like a bad odor, I realized-this was the perfect opportunity.

"Well. if that's the case, can I. can I come over tonight?"

The next morning, I woke up in Ronan's five-hundred-square-foot bed, his scent still lingering in the air, and I immediately started planning my next move.

Poison.

Lunch was going to be my moment. I added a special ingredient to every dish.

But I didn't expect this-

"Why aren't you eating?"

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead.

Since I put the poison in, he hadn't touched his food, his smile never wavering.

Was I exposed?

Ronan, casually brushing a lock of hair from my face, cupped my cheek and said softly, "You eat first. I'll take whatever's left."

Wait, what?

What kind of weird preference was this?

I tried to steer the situation: "W-We can eat together..."

He awkwardly nodded.