"So, Young Master Simmons, don't waste your time on me. A man like you will never interest me."
Knox Simmons was taken aback.
He was stunned for a long time, his face turning from pale to flushed, then to a color resembling liver red.
He was greatly affected, his whole demeanor like an eggplant that had been hit by frost, his Peach Blossom Eyes dimming like petals wilting on a peach blossom.
"Do I really make you despise me so much?" Knox lowered his eyes, his expression dark, as if experiencing heartbreak.
Yet they obviously didn't even know each other well.
He thought of her as a three-year-old child, so easy to please, would she really believe that he was sad?
Scarlett Yates pursed her lips, uninterested in further entanglement with him, nodded absentmindedly, "Young Master Simmons, you really are not my type, please stop following me, goodbye."
No, it was goodbye forever.
She hoped she'd never encounter such a troublesome man again.
