Betty squinted her eyes slightly, feeling a bit puzzled in her heart.
Logically speaking, since he was here for the sculpture, shouldn't he be acting impressively at this moment to win her favor? Why did he put in so much effort only to mention money in such a killjoy manner?
For someone like Abel, two thousand US dollars was nothing at all.
"What?" Abel's gaze fell on her face. "Very curious, aren't you?"
Betty refused to admit it and pursed her lips.
"It's very simple." Abel shrugged. "The more I act like this, the more interested you are in me because you're not an ordinary girl, and I can't use ordinary tricks. The more I act like this, the more you will like me."
Betty didn't even bother to roll her eyes at him, just turned her face away, deliberately looking at the sea and eating ice cream.
Her two feet dangled gently just below the seawall.
As they swayed, one high heel slipped off her toe.
"Ah!"
