Noticing her miffed expression, Mason King raised his cold eyebrows, "Not happy about me whisking you away from William Ease's arms?"
?
Such a huge misunderstanding!
"I'm not unhappy, but being carried out of the banquet hall like a little chick, there's nothing for me to be happy about, right?" Suzanne Trent spoke while taking a few more glances at him, continuing her whispered grumbling, "After all, I'm the future master artist, according to Mr. King. Don't I have any self-respect?"
Mason King's eyes held a hint of amusement, "A starving artist?"
Suzanne raised her eyebrows, not understanding his meaning.
Suddenly, the two doors in front of them swung open, and Mason King held her hand, which was still lifting her dress, guiding her in.