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Dereck didn't have a hunch that the Lady would ask him to play chase.He is utterly speechless. There are no words for him to assert.
Typically, everyone in the Raphbarg Kingdom and other Kingdoms knows the chase is a game for the man to go after the woman they wish to spend a lifetime. In other words, it is a form of affection--- commitment.
His eyeballs bulge, getting flabbergasted while the Lady started to distance away from him.
The tapping of her shoe heels on the ground echoes in the niche while her fingers sway delicately in the invisible space.
'Why is she initiating this game?' Is she oblivious to the concept of this game?' Dereck's mind floats, standing rigid like a stone. He feels his legs won't work.
"What's wrong, Dereck? Come on, or else we won't go back to the house," Lady Paisley playfully shouts, wearing a smug expression as she waves her right arm in his dire
