I Became The Childhood Friend of the Obsessive Second Male Lead

he didn’t want that.

At least, she hoped he wouldn’t just stab people with sharp words before the afterglow of that shiny face faded away.

“But I think you learn more slowly than others.”

“…..”

He took his hand off Rieta’s face and turned to his original business.

So, that was the reason why he called Rietta, who was planning to turn around and go out, to stop.

“I’d like you to stop leaving this lump of sugar on my desk in the morning.”

What Noel referred to as ‘a lump of sugar’ was actually a ‘macaron’.

“Noel, you don’t like this, do you?”

“Yes, I don’t like it.”

As he frowned, but Rieta replied with a bright smile.

“Yes, so eat it.”

“…..”

Noel answered with his facial expression instead of speaking.

In other words, that meant his face was very wrinkled.

However, Rieta didn’t back down.

He needed to get used to sweets from now on.

The future male lead would have learned to give the female lead’s favorite sweets to her by the time the party was held.

The male lead didn’t mind going to all the trouble of choosing the most delicious food by himself to give to the female lead.

It may look trivial, but these things allowed the relationship between the female and male to lead to progress.

Rieta picked up a macaron.

He improved her pronunciation, so she was thinking of improving his appetite in return.

Noel looked at the small macaron near his mouth.
He smiled strangely and asked.

“Do you want to feed me that much?”

When Rieta nodded with a natural expression on her face, the boy took a bite of the macaron, acting as if he was being generous toward her.

It would be hard to finish one, so let’s stop here for today.

Rieta put the limited edition macaron that was already bitten by him, into her mouth.

Crispy on the outside, soft on the inside! She was pleased with the pleasant texture and the gentle sweetness she tasted from the macaron.

As expected, sweet things were the best.

Rieta, who was savoring the last bits of the macaron, realized that Noel was looking at her strangely.

Was it because macarons didn’t suit his palate?

“…Noel?”

When she called him carefully, Noel sighed deeply, trying not to say something.