"Vicente," Melissa let out a bitter laugh, her eyes blazing as she glared at the man before her.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're terrible at comforting people?"
"No."
Vicente frowned. People only ever said he was good at killing.
As for offering comfort?
Not a single soul had mentioned it.
"Well, I'm telling you now," Melissa said, torn between exasperation and amusement at his earnest response.
"Stop trying to comfort people in the future—unless you want to get punched."
A smirk tugged at Vicente's lips.
"They'd have to be able to take me down first."
Melissa barely resisted the urge to roll her
eyes.
"You're way too full of yourself."
"It's not arrogance, it's confidence,"
Vicente narrowed his eyes slightly.
Of course, this was also the reason he had survived until now.
Melissa had seen Vicente in action before.
She knew full well how formidable he was, but she couldn't stand his smugness.
