Chapter 827

James seemed to have realized something. He nodded and said, "I'll go disfigure myself then."

"What?" Summer froze. She thought she misheard him for a moment. She promptly shook her hands and said, "Don't do that—why on earth would you disfigure yourself?"

"You hate the fact that I'm good-looking, so I might as well disfigure myself. Pouring acid on my face should ruin it completely. Would you rather I scar my face with a knife instead, Summie?" he asked in a gentle tone.

Although he was acting considerately, she knew that he was doing this on purpose.

"James Quigley, you idiot!" She smacked his arm.

She was just joking around. She didn't expect him to respond in such a serious manner. He even gave her options! Only James Quigley could come up with such an absurd response.

Summer turned away from him. "I don't hate the fact that you're handsome. I just think you're too popular. It makes me insecure," she muttered coldly.

"You get insecure?"

His questions annoyed her. Of cour