"Weren't you quite the troublemaker just now?"
The man's impeccable handsome face wore a broken smile, his eyebrows lightly raised, seeming austere and cold, yet the words he spoke carried an intense heat.
Even a housecat would resent having its claws clipped by its loving owner, only to end up with scratch marks all over oneself in the end.
The young girl, when she strikes, truly shows no mercy.
Perhaps she really was a bit troublesome.
She hummed twice, sat up from Arnold Simmons's body, brought her head close again with a soft and slow voice, presenting him with the question she cared about most, "Mr. Simmons, did you miss me?"
Her eyes, lined with eyeliner, naturally catlike, now seemed even more seductive and tender, a light glance capable of ensnaring anyone.
Arnold's gaze darkened, even if his heart was in turmoil, he still maintained an appearance of calm and indifference.