Only then did she realize that her clothes were probably smeared with dirt from the sapling's muddy roots earlier, making her look a bit comical.
"Anyway, it's already dirty, no big deal," she shrugged with a nonchalant expression.
After all, her clothes were already dirty, so a little more dirt didn't matter.
Upon hearing her words, Noah Drexler frowned, his expression becoming a bit more serious, and he said to her, lips tightly pressed.
"If you get any dirtier, I'm throwing you out!"
He thought she might feel a hint of worry.
But unexpectedly, when she heard him sternly say he would throw her out, the little woman in front of him suddenly laughed. Strangely, instead of worrying or being scared, she seemed amused by his words.
"Oh... it's okay, go ahead!" she pouted indifferently, then suddenly bent over, put the small box in her hand on the ground, wiped her hands on the dirt twice, and suddenly stood up, her hands aiming straight for his white shirt beneath his suit.
