Betsy Sutton was a bit surprised and a bit embarrassed, surrounded by people and feeling really uneasy, so she could only cast a pleading look at Bartley Smith.
"Why can't you just zip your mouth!"
Bartley Smith glared at his friend, then directly grabbed Betsy Sutton by the wrist and pulled her upstairs.
Betsy Sutton passively followed him into his room, and when he led her to sit on the sofa, her heart was beating so fast she thought it might explode.
Why did he have her photo tucked in a book?
Why did he just grab her... wrist?
Why did he pull her into his room... what for?
While Betsy Sutton was lost in her thoughts, Bartley Smith had already opened her gift.
"How many nights did you spend on this?"
On the table was a sailboat that Betsy Sutton had pieced together by staying up for five nights. During those days, her eyes were bloodshot, and she even declined his dinner invitations.
"Five nights."
