"Is this how you look for someone?" Although the pool isn't deep, falling in suddenly would scare anyone.
"Look how mad the beauty is." Luke Gardiner's tone carried a bit of coaxing: "Alright, I was wrong, okay?" He said this as he reached out, wanting to take Florence Fuller's hand.
Florence dodged his hand: "Get lost, don't touch me."
Faced with her coldness, Luke also grew a bit displeased: "Why are you so temperamental? You didn't even fall in, and even if you did, I'm here, aren't I? Why are you so angry? Think about it yourself, how many times have you given me a pleasant expression?"
"Why should I be nice to you?" Florence looked at him coldly: "Move away, don't block my path."
Luke sneered, grabbing her hand with an icy tone: "Florence, what do you mean? I've been more than kind to you. I tell you, if it were someone else, they'd be long gone by now."
"Kindness? You're kind to me?" Florence found this laughable: "You've only made me lose face."
