She let go of his hand and looked at him, "It's getting late. Are you going to stand here for a while, Second Master? Then suit yourself. I want to go home first."
Watching Faye Townsend turn and leave, Hunter Warren's eyebrows furrowed with a hint of displeasure.
Did she really need to make herself sound so unbearable just to avoid him?
Was it worth boasting about having been in another man's bed?
Damn girl, besides being stubborn, there's really nothing cute about her.
He slowly approached Faye's house. Although they lived very close now, he couldn't even enter her home. For the first time, he felt like he was truly living in failure.
After going upstairs, Faye knocked on Clara's room door: "Clara, are you asleep?"
The door opened from the inside, and Clara's eyes were red from crying: "Faye, you're back."
Looking at her state, Faye couldn't help but sigh, "Look at you, your eyes are almost swollen like walnuts. What's wrong? Did you not have a pleasant chat earlier?"
