Feeling Rebecca Quentin's body trembling slightly, Howard Geoffrey stopped in front of her once her steps halted, gazed deeply into her eyes turned aside, and asked, "Do you dislike me that much?"
Rebecca Quentin glanced elsewhere, "Do I have to like you?" Heaven knows she was so nervous that even her body was shaking.
Howard Geoffrey's breath tightened. Couldn't she be a bit more polite when talking to him?
As if hearing Howard Geoffrey's protest in his heart, Rebecca Quentin turned her face back, gave him a glance, and said, "Did you forget the agreement? Didn't we agree not to meet?"
Howard Geoffrey's sly black eyes narrowed to a slit, an evil light gleaming, "When did the agreement say I couldn't see you?"
"You..."
It seemed it didn't explicitly say so... but wasn't that what he implied that day?
Seemingly enjoying Rebecca Quentin's sulking expression, a faint smile appeared on Howard Geoffrey's lips.
"My sister invited you in, make yourself at home."
