Faye was simply furious, "What should I say? Say why you saw Milo Morton again—I told you, I really don't like him. Don't see him anymore!"
He looked down at her, his handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, giving off the impression of a storm brewing.
His deep eyes, as if looking down upon the world, enveloped Tessa Caldwell. His thin lips were coldly pressed together, as if demanding a reason not to be angry!
Tessa smiled in anger, "He's my friend, why can't I see him? Just because I'm marrying you, does that mean I can't have male friends?"
Faye's gaze was dangerous, his voice deep: "I only meant him, only not to see him, I didn't say you can't have male friends."
"Why can't I see Milo Morton? Is it because he's aware of everything from the past? Are you afraid he'll expose you? Now that I remember everything, you can be at ease, no need to worry anymore."
Faye calmed down a little, but his expressionless face was more pitiful than the chilling air.
