Upon entering the venue, Scarlett grabbed the wrist of the man walking ahead of her and said discontentedly, "Why are you walking so fast? I'm still behind you, didn't you see?"
Lyle Westbrook pulled his hand away with disdain and spoke with utter indifference, "I only agreed to accompany you on the red carpet. My responsibility is to walk; how fast or slow you go is irrelevant to me."
Originally, he hadn't even planned to walk the red carpet with her, but he had agreed to it just to appease others' requests.
And yet, she dawdled on the red carpet.
He disliked the glare of the flashbulbs and the noise. Since she liked it, what was wrong with leaving her behind?
Scarlett could feel the cool fingertips of the hand holding her wrist; her heartbeat involuntarily quickened, and the next second, her hand was mercilessly pulled away.