Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 239

He’d never paid much attention to women—never felt much interest at all. Yet as soon as Harrison realized he was about to see Luna’s face in person, he found himself holding his breath.

Her chin was delicately rounded, her face a perfect, luminous oval.

Her lips were soft and inviting, like ripe cherries; her nose was dainty and elegant, her eyes and brows gentle and harmonious.

She’d swept her dark hair into an elegant twist at the back of her head, leaving only a few wispy strands to frame her ears.

That face—Harrison could have recognized it anywhere.

He froze on the spot, staring straight at Selene as if he’d just seen a ghost.

His mind went completely blank.

How could Luna and Selene have exactly the same face?

This had to be some kind of cosmic joke.

Was he still trapped in some wild, feverish dream?

From the stands above, the roar of the crowd crashed over Harrison like a tidal wave, shaking him to his core and snapping him violently back to reality.

Selene strode right past him, not even sparing a glance—as if he were invisible.

Harrison whirled, lunging forward to grab her hand. “What are you doing here?” he demanded, his voice tight with disbelief and suspicion. “And why are you dressed like that?”

He glanced down at the helmet in her hand—Luna’s signature helmet, unmistakable.

His mouth opened, but the words felt stuck, as if his throat were stuffed with cotton.

“Are you volunteering for Luna?” Even as the question left his lips, the answer seemed absurd, surreal.

But he clung to that explanation. It had to be true.

She straightened and met his gaze, her voice clear and steady. “Let me reintroduce myself. Standing before you is Luna—real name, Selene Thompson. I earned my FIA B-Class license at nineteen, and my international super license at twenty.”

Without another word, Selene strode toward Solarius.

Harrison hurried after her, watching in disbelief as Solarius’s gullwing door lifted skyward.

He saw her settle into the driver’s seat.

That single moment shattered every preconception, every bias he’d ever harbored about Selene.

No. It couldn’t be.

Absolutely not.

“Selene! Get out of that car—now!”