Chapter 178 - Dont Ask Me If I Love You 11: Dedication (1/2)

On the set, a very ”intimate” interview was ongoing…

”Mr. Anter Kim, the book Pathos was such a huge success. But,” the host paused dramatically as she glanced at the audience. ” – it's totally different from your usual writing style so many of your fans, including myself are wondering what brought such change.”

”I..ehrm…” Peter glanced at the audience but couldn't see much due to the spotlight and so he turned his attention back to the host. ”I just felt like it.”

”… Eh?”

JUST FELT LIKE WHAT?

The writer's blunt answer made the people thought they misheard him even the host and Jun Kim who watched on the side palmed her face backstage as she vowed murder. It was a good thing the host was tactful that she was able to recover immediately and ask another question.

”I didn't know that you're such a joker, Mr. Kim,” the host said as she laughed, making the audience do the same. ”Well, you are known for someone who does not dedicate his work. This time, however, you suddenly did.”

The hostess held a hardbound copy of the book and opened it a few pages in front to show everyone the dedication page. A big monitor behind amplified the page so the audience could see what was written in it.

”It says here: To the one who holds my heart, Anjee.”

The host raised the book so that the dedication could be zoomed by the camera. The words were just so sweet that most of the people, the audience, and the host smiled or giggled and cooed at how romantic that was.

”This is such a pleasant surprise for us, Mr. Kim. Come to think of it, Anjee was also the name of one of your protagonists so all of us are dying to know who this Anjee that you dedicate your book to is…”

Peter felt the heat on his face and knew exactly how mortified he was. He'd never been subjected to such scrutiny as he was at the moment. He felt like telling everyone to mind their own business but looking at their faces, like they were hanging on to his every word, and remembering what Jun Kim told him that this was his only chance to have Anjee back, he decided to get it over with.

Swallowing his pride and nervousness, he stared at the crowd whose faces he couldn't see and he took a deep breath.

This is it!

”Anjee…Anj is my best friend.”

His words were met with a chorus of ”oooooh,” and Peter continued.

”But to me, she was – is more than a friend. I love her. I've always been in love with her,” he confessed, and once again the crowd chorused their delight.

”Does she know about your feelings?” the host prompted and he sighed heavily.

”Yes – no – I don't know. She's so dense. She brushes up my feelings as that of friendship every time I confess to her.”