Lena didn't really want to talk to him, after all, this person had never liked her before and had even wanted to kill her, although she didn't know why his attitude suddenly changed.
She lifted her foot to leave, but heard him laugh, "You're quite interesting, with a foxy look, didn't expect you to be so innocent deep down."
He spoke very rudely, as if he had humiliated someone.
Lena frowned, her tone becoming serious, "What does Mr. Wright want to say?"
Emmett tossed the cigarette butt into the nearby trash can, worried that Hunter might look over, so he didn't approach either, pulling a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.
"What do you want to say? I want to say that last night you two were kissing passionately in the private room, and today you tell me it's just an allergy. I don't know if you're pretending or really forgot. The way you cling to Hunter shows us why he can't let you go."
"Plop."
The plate in hand fell to the ground, breaking into several pieces directly.
Lena's
