Chapter 1

When I gained the ability to read minds, Keith Portillo, who had been looking out for me for years, thought to himself, "Too bad I didn't put a camera in her bathroom..."

Keith had looks, wealth, and a gentle personality.

I thought I had misheard him, but I found a tiny camera in my bathroom the next day.

In the midst of my panic, Anthony Osborne, the pure-hearted guy who had been chasing me for half a year, suddenly showed up at my door.

He thought, "If you don't say yes today, I'll just put you to sleep. I've wasted too much time."

My head buzzed, and with trembling hands, I smiled awkwardly and let him in.

The young man sat on the couch and gave me a shy smile.

"Eliza, I bought the Mille-feuille you like."

He handed me the dessert, and the bashful look in his eyes made it hard to refuse.

My mind-reading ability wasn't always reliable.

But the moment Anthony walked through the door, it stopped working.

A chill ran through me.

I acted as casually as I could, placing the dessert on the coffee table.

"Thank you. What brings you over today?"

With his light brown eyes, Anthony looked at me and smiled sheepishly, "For you, I always have time..."

Then, just like always, he hesitantly asked if I would be his girlfriend.

I instinctively turned him down, and I could see the sadness flash across his face.

But thinking of the thought I had heard when I opened the door, I suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"I knew it would be like this," he sighed softly, changing the subject. "I waited in line for a long time to get this Mille-feuille. Try it, Eliza."

I was afraid he might do something drastic if I rejected him again.

So I took a bite of the Mille-feuille and said it was sweet.

Anthony stared at me intently with a strange smile. "Is it?"

I froze. The dessert felt like sand in my mouth, and it was almost impossible to swallow.

Oh no.