Falling into the man's arms, Vera Wave was still reeling when his voice, warm with his breath, filled her ears.
"Don't you think you owe me an explanation?!"
Vera Wave turned her face, her soft lips parted slightly in surprise, her wide eyes filled with confusion.
An explanation?!
"An explanation for what?"
Kris Cooper's right hand, gripping her wrist, tightened unconsciously.
"That man, why do you like him?!"
Clearly, that man couldn't compare to him. Did she give up on him for that bastard? The very thought made him grind his teeth in frustration.
Harry Snowpine?!
At the mention of his name, Vera Wave's expression instantly fell.
"I must have been blind!"
"I don't think you were blind; you're just stupid, brainless, and a complete idiot!" Kris Cooper leaned over, grabbing Vera's arm and pinning her against the dining table. "What's so good about him, huh? Tell me!"
He roared the last three words.
Six years.
