But until the woman casually placed her hand on the man's arm and gently caressed it, the suggestive gesture reminded her.
They were not just friends; they looked too intimate, and Norton Abyss didn't even push her away.
Even though the man showed no expression at the moment, he didn't show any sign of disgust either.
Fiona Schmidt stood there in a daze. At this very moment, she still couldn't believe it, trying hard to convince herself: Norton Abyss doesn't like women, he doesn't like them!
But even as she told herself this, seeing the blonde woman so close to him, and finally leaning on him, her heart gradually sank to the bottom, and her face turned pale.
She slowly sat on the sofa, covering her mouth with her hands, afraid that she might really scream out loud if she didn't.
