Chapter 233

"I heard it," she murmured, her eyes dropped and flushed.

Wills Waltson teased: So you don't have anything to say to me?

She stared at Thomas in the front row, embarrassed.

Thomas used to feel really nervous in this situation, but he was now accustomed to it.

"What are you gazing at Thomas for, look at my face, say, you don't have anything to tell me?" Wills Waltson gripped her hand.

"Yes, I'm hungry," she responded, attempting to release her hand.

But how could Wills Waltson let her succeed? "I won't be courteous anymore if you don't speak politely to me."

"I'm terribly hungry," she rolled her eyes at him.

"Why are you being so deceitful? Shouldn't you respond to my statement that I miss you?"

Wills Waltson let go of Luna Greenwich's hand and turned to stare out the window when he noticed she was still silent.

He was enraged, she reasoned.

No need for that, isn't he always so tough?

She scratched her temple a few times with her hand. She then stared at him from the side of her head. "