"..."
Mia Grant blinked, hesitantly taking out the gun. The next second, Yates Donovan snatched it from her hand.
"Hey—" Her hand instinctively reached for it. He shot her a glare that stopped her cold. "You're not scared, holding this?"
Mia Grant was at a loss for words, trying to argue, "A little, but..."
"But nothing." Yates Donovan unloaded the magazine and saw it was actually full.
He tutted, muttering "psycho" under his breath. It was unclear who he was cursing.
Normally, Mia Grant would have cursed right back at him.
Today, she really didn't dare to make a move.
After dismantling the gun and tossing it aside, Yates Donovan held out his hand again. "And the thing that old stone-face gave you?"
It took her a moment to realize who he was talking about. Then she pulled out the bullets and handed them over.
Yates Donovan's expression finally softened. He smiled and ruffled her hair like he was petting a puppy. "Good girl~"
"..."
