Chapter 127

"Why can't she help you? Isn't it the same thing?" Ariella grumbled, clearly irritated. First, he wanted her to leave, now suddenly he was all about keeping her around? What a joke. "No way! You can help because we've had, you know, physical contact. But Milla? I've never touched her, so yeah, there's no way I could fake it if she helped me out." "Then maybe just touch her once," she mumbled under her breath. "What was that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. This little troublemaker... sometimes she had a dark streak. "I didn't say anything. Go lie down and sleep!" "If I really did touch her, wouldn't you be jealous? I mean, this top-tier weapon of mine has only been used by you for thirty years. You really should be more appreciative." She fought the urge to roll her eyes or spit back something snarky. No way she could let herself flirt with him like that. What had just slipped out of her mouth... She shouldn't have said it. She had a fiancé, remember? The thought sobered her up fast, an