Charles White reached out and grabbed her shoulder, seriously gazing at her, "Molly, you can't like Nigel Cyril Austin."
"…" She doesn't like Nigel Cyril Austin.
They don't even know each other.
Besides, she doesn't like Nigel Cyril Austin, who's like a butterfly flirting with everyone.
But suddenly he asks this, is it because…
"Charles White, are you jealous?" Zoe Yale tilted her little head, asking dully.
Charles White: "…"!!
Did he make it so obvious?
No way, what kind of girl asks so directly if someone is jealous?
Charles White blushed to the roots of his ears, even his neck was red.
For a while, he didn't know how to answer her question.
"It's getting late, since we have clues, let's go find them first." Charles White regained his composure, shoved the information in Zoe Yale's hands, and quickly walked towards the parking lot.
Pretending to start the car, afraid Zoe Yale would notice his flushed face.
