Chapter 911

Emma’s brain short-circuited for a full second when she saw Lucas pick up her sketchbook. Shipping people in secret was one thing, but getting caught red-handed with hard evidence was an entirely different level of mortifying. For a moment, sheer panic squeezed her chest. But she quickly reassured herself. To the untrained eye, all manga characters just looked generically handsome anyway. As long as she denied everything, there was no way he could prove those drawings were actually them. Chin lifting defiantly, she braced herself for the inevitable interrogation. To her surprise, Lucas simply handed the sketchbook back to her with polite courtesy. “My apologies for knocking this over,” he said, the corners of his lips curving into a disarmingly gentle smile. “No worries,” Emma somehow managed to squeak out, taking the book while fighting the sudden urge to drool. That smile of his should be classified as a lethal weapon—what kind of celestial being was this man? She remained rooted to