(WAXING CRESCENT)

Chapter Twenty-One: Unknown, Subtle Changes

She regretted it, but since she had already talked, she braced herself up and continued. “They expected me to at least catch twice as I did last time.”

He stared, then laughed after some time, showing his perfect smile.

It was contagious.

‘That must have been the reason why they flock to him,’ Mallory deduced in her mind, trying so hard for her lips not to lift up.

“That’s great!” He grinned at her and gestured to the river. “Join me, then.”

She couldn’t say no. It would sound stupid after she just told him—indirectly told him that she’ll stay to fish with...