Borrowing Max - 1

“How was this request? Was the Person playing your wife pretty?”

Ellen threw out the bait, filling her expression and voice with a lighthearted tone as if it were a joke.

While Flora also leaned in and listened intently, Max answered without hesitation.

“She was pretty. She was someone carefully selected by the Association, after all.”

Ellen and Flora’s steps faltered at the exact same time.

They seized the conversation, pretending nothing was wrong.

“H-hmm~ Is that so? Even so, she wasn’t prettier than me, right?”

Max laughed, admiring Ellen’s unwavering self-esteem. However, the answer Ellen wanted didn’t come out.

“Everyone has his or her own charm. Who am I to judge who’s prettier or uglier?”

It seemed like a model answer that wouldn’t hurt anyone, but such an ambiguous response was bound to feel close to a denial...