Mary Douglas was forcibly pressed onto the plane, her face grim to the point of being terrifying.
"Beau Reed, using this method to forcefully imprison me by your side, are you satisfied?"
Beau Reed pressed his lips together, "…Yes, as long as you're by my side."
Mary Douglas sneered, "Fine, I get it, mutual torment, right? Since you're not afraid, naturally neither am I. I've endured things worse than this; what is this compared to that?"
Beau Reed pursed his lips tightly, looking at Mary Douglas with eyes as dark and deep as an abyss.
"Mary..."
"Don't call me that." Mary Douglas said coldly, turning her head toward the window, "I don't think we're close enough for such an intimate address."
Beau Reed forcefully turned Mary Douglas's shoulders, "No, you are! You can't deny, we once..."
"Once what?"
Mary Douglas interrupted him sharply, looking at him with cold, sarcastic eyes.
