"It's none of my business," Dylan Murray seemed indifferent, speaking directly, "but it's related to Joshua Bailey."
If it weren't for Joshua Bailey's painstaking efforts to pester him all day, he wouldn't have come to find Mariana Buck.
Mariana Buck lifted her head slightly, inevitably puzzled.
"Give me a reason," Dylan Murray repeated, showing no intention of explaining to Mariana Buck.
"I don't want to listen," Mariana Buck replied, frowning.
"Oh."
Nodding, Dylan Murray accepted this explanation.
Then, he turned around, intending to leave.
"Dylan Murray!"
With a rather agitated look, Mariana Buck shouted his name heavily.
Dylan Murray paused his steps, turned his head sideways, and looked at her calmly.
He was looking at a familiar person, yet without much emotion, not even a hint of distraction.
Being stared at with such cold eyes, Mariana Buck hesitated slightly, then bit her lip hard, "Doesn't it matter how I am?"
"That's your choice."