Seeing her stunned, Landon Ford withdrew his hand, his smile cold and thinly mocking: "What, touched someone and don't want to take responsibility?"
Zia Sutton: ...
Landon Ford must be living in ancient times, right?
How can you be responsible just because someone touched you briefly?
Thea Shaw seemed a bit dumb too, taking ages to react.
She slowly calmed down, her Buddhist-like temperament more pronounced now, "I misspoke earlier."
His physique is nice, the touch felt good; she felt her stress disorder slowly easing.
Of course, what she meant was that she had no intention of being responsible.
The girl had an ethereal, pure aura, yet in Landon Ford's eyes it was tinged with a bit of oddity.
The man laughed, his temperament naturally melancholic, his laughter carried a particularly dangerous flavor, fierce and perilous, Zia Sutton found it scary, no wonder people outside say he seems a bit crazy.
He genuinely feared Landon Ford might do something to Thea Shaw.
