Seeing that Zoe Meyer didn't take her seriously, Stella Pendleton tightened her fingers, resisting the urge to act on the spot.
"Henry, if she can, why can't I?" Stella questioned like a little beast with its fur bristling.
She had previously pestered him to the point of irritation; now she approached it gradually, seemingly transforming herself into someone else, yet he still detested her.
She didn't know what she had to do to make him like her.
Henry Shipton looked at the untouched food in front of him, slowly wiped his fingers with a towel, and his smile faded, speaking seriously, "I said, I don't play with those I have feelings for."
"Besides, I told you from the start, I'm not interested in you."
"You're indeed excellent at work, overturning my initial impression of you."
"But, the fact that I only play and don't do feelings won't change."
