When They Beg I Rise (Lemira) novel Chapter 1108

Orion continued to study her expression closely. "What's wrong? Is this a difficult question to answer?"

Did her learning The Twelvefold Strike have something to do with the man she secretly had a crush on?

Was that why she found the question so awkward?

Orion pressed his lips together in a cold, tight line, feeling a sudden surge of jealousy toward this unknown man.

"There's nothing difficult about it."

Lemira lifted her chin and met his gaze with absolute confidence. "I learned it by watching your videos. So, technically, you are the one who taught me. I wasn't wrong."

In her previous life, he had been her online gaming buddy the whole time.

Aside from practicing with her, he had constantly directed her to watch King's videos on The Twelvefold Strike.

So, technically speaking, there was absolutely no flaw in her answer.

Orion scrutinized her. "You're not lying?"

"I'm not lying. It's the truth."

Lemira put on a deeply sincere little expression.

Only then did Orion retract his intense gaze. It seemed to be true; after all, his signature move wasn't easy to master.

Aside from studying his videos, there really was no other way to learn it.

Lemira tentatively probed, "Did I say anything else besides that?"

"What do you think you said?"

Orion shot her a half-smile, his tone laced with testing intent.

He was dying to know who her secret crush was, but simply couldn't bring himself to ask outright.

Lemira felt incredibly guilty. Had she spilled the beans or not?

But since he hadn't asked directly, she probably hadn't said anything.

She must have babbled about other things, though. Luckily, since she was drunk, even if Orion found it odd, he probably wouldn't take it to heart.

Seeing the visible relief on Lemira's face, Orion felt even more frustrated.

Was she relieved because she hadn't blurted out the name of her secret crush?

Orion got out of bed, feeling thoroughly sullen, his expression looking quite dark.

Lemira looked over. "What's wrong?"

After changing her clothes and stepping out, she was utterly shocked to see Orion actually wearing an apron, cooking breakfast in the kitchen.

Lemira was stunned.

She thought Orion's 'wait here' meant waiting for takeout to be delivered.

Because, based on her understanding of Orion, a man who had grown up privileged and pampered absolutely did not know how to cook.

She never expected him to step into a kitchen!

Lemira tiptoed over and peeked over his shoulder. Hmm, a fried egg—it looked decent enough.

Orion was staring at the fried egg as if facing a formidable enemy, seemingly calculating critical data.

Lemira realized his cooking process looked more like a science experiment; every step required precise calculation.

Lemira spoke up, "You really don't have to do this. Ordering takeout is just fine."

"It's not the same."

Orion turned sideways to look at her. "Didn't you envy Caleb for knowing how to cook? It's such a trivial skill, who couldn't learn it?"

Lemira's heart skipped a beat.