I'm sorry Miss, but I'll have to work on those.
The direction of Miles' eyes quickly told Helen where he meant.
"What…what… what do you mean?"
Helen stuttered, her eyes blinking rapidly and her face flushed with shy embarrassment. She pressed her arms, guarded over her boobs like the shared words of comforts seconds ago never happened.
'Jeez, how the fuck can she be so stubborn.'
Aggravated by the sight of those boobs, Miles clenched his teeth slightly. She was messing with him.
He exhaled and spoke calmly, words that every woman would never hate to hear, to some, it was even brainwashing.
"Miss, remember what we just talked about?" Miles reminded and her eyes quickly softened.
Seeing this, Miles nodded and continued.
"Miss, I tend to understand women due to being in this line of work. And honestly, I've sensed that you don't feel good about your body, which is cruel because…"
