Chapter 87 Kiddo

Grayson's expression was dark. He was about to fly into a rage when he suddenly thought of something. Suppressing his anger, he asked, "You think he's old, and that's why you don't like him?"

People would be more honest after getting drunk, after all. He would grab the chance to ask her why she didn't fancy him despite her rich experience in love.

Belle nodded, then shook her head. She nodded again, then shook her head again. It went on and on. There was no end to it.

Grayson said in a cold voice, "Speak up!"

Pouting, Belle said, "Yes, but also no. I do hate that he's old, but just a little. That's not the main point."

Grayson frowned. "So what's the main point?"

"The point is, I don't like him!"

She wasn't quite answering the question. Glaring at her in disdain, Grayson asked again. "What do you not like about him?"

Belle replied, "Everything! He's a useless stick in the mud! I'm telling you, there's nothing good about him other than his looks.

"He's old and fierce, and he ha