(Karsten)
Ranold was grating on my nerves. He wouldn't stay away from Arata; the more I warned him, the more he wanted to vex me.
I knew he wasn't interested in Arata. She wasn't really his type. He preferred his girls slim, hence why he opted to sleep with models.
But, like me, he craved natural beauty, too.
The bastard knew me too well. He knew I was getting closer to Arata, and he had every intention of making me open up. That was the only reason he kept ignoring my warnings to stay away from Arata.
What was embarrassing, though, was the fact that Arata wasn't interested in him even to carry out a proper conversation.
But whatever he was saying to her sitting so close wasn't being appreciated by Arata. I could sense from her face that she was barely tolerating the nonsense he was spewing.
And then her eyes darted towards me and settled on Amanda.
