Henry Dales frowned slightly and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Stop messing around."
Rosie Wood gritted her teeth and said, "She gave you the button hoping you'd attach it to your clothes, didn't she? I'm merely fulfilling her wish, how is that messing around!"
"Rosie Wood, I'll say this one last time, if you don't want our engagement to run into trouble, let everything end here." With these words, Henry Dales didn't spare her another glance, turned around, and left.
A crashing sound.
Something smashed onto the glass table, making a crisp ringing sound.
The button hit the glass surface, rolled around, and fell into the carpet.
Rosie Wood stepped forward, the pointed heel of her shoe precisely landing on it, the sound wasn't loud, but enough for the person behind who was about to leave to hear clearly. She provocatively said, "Oh, sorry, I just slipped."
