Isabella Weaver didn't care about his tone. In fact, he usually talked to others in such a tone—cold and emotionless. Sometimes he wasn't even aware of how cold he sounded.
But what's with Alexander Parker? Why is his thinking always different from others!
Also, who deliberately runs into danger like that?
No wonder Harry Hunter was so furious!
Her neurotic cousin was going to be the death of her!
"Why don't you hold me anymore? Do you think that because my cousin held me, you don't want me anymore?"
Harry Hunter's eyes were blazing: "He held you? Didn't you just say he didn't?"
"I was using an example."
"Don't use such examples!"
Harry Hunter was furious. He suspected Alexander Parker really had held her, and the jealousy was enough to make vinegar.
Isabella Weaver was so anxious she stomped her feet, her eyes turning red: "Are you going to hold me or not? If you don't want me anymore, I'll find someone else!"
"Don't you dare!"
