Yeah, I do like you.
Rosiley was dumbfounded when she was confessed to by a popular male celebrity. It took her a long time to regain her senses.
She laughed awkwardly to conceal her shock, and then pretended to be unpleasant as she glared at Bertram. "Superstar Bertram, the joke you're telling is not funny."
“I'm not joking, I'm telling the truth.”
His serious expression instantly froze her laughter. She pursed her lips and was at a loss for what to do.
If she knew that he would admit it so honestly, she wouldn't have said that.
Well, now she was embarrassed!
Rosiley scolded herself in her heart, and her brain raced to think about how to solve this awkward situation.
At this time, Bertram said, "Actually, you don't have to feel burdened. It's my personal matter to like you."
Rosiley's heart was filled with mixed emotions when he said this.
He was trying to relax her, not wanting her to be at a loss.
Rosiley tried to speak, but she didn't know what to say.
Bertram smiled, and his smile carried a trace of depression. "Rosiley, I told you that I liked you because it was my true feeling, and I didn't want it to be a burden to you.”
Rosiley bit her lip and smiled brightly, "My bucket list is fulfilled now that a perfect guy with national popularity says he likes me.”
Bertram could no longer control his emotions. He raised his hand and gently caressed her head. "You fool, how can this be the finale of your bucket list? You are not ambitious at all”
Rosiley felt inexplicably familiar with his tone. She looked at him blankly and asked, "Did we know each other before?"
He stiffened. He looked straight into her puzzled eyes and smiled.
"No, we don't know each other.”