Chapter 1795

Kayla was busy cleaning mud stains from her pants, regretting her choice of white attire. Muttering complaints to herself, she assumed the approaching footsteps were from the restaurant staff. Only when she finished did she look up and see Marshall standing by the table.

Startled, Kayla cleared her throat and said, "You're here. Why didn't you say anything?"

Marshall chuckled. "I wanted to hear what you were complaining about."

Kayla felt embarrassed at the thought of her criticizing the person who plagiarized her friend's work and Marshall for choosing the restaurant. She was annoyed that she had to walk the stretch of road and dirtied her pants on the way.

"I was mainly complaining because I dirtied my pants," she explained.

Marshall pulled out a chair and glanced at her, amused.

Kayla licked her lips and lowered her eyes. "I don't usually act like this," she said softly.

A light laughter came from across the table.

Kayla was taken aback. She looked up into Marshall's eyes, a