Betty turned to Abel with a smile, "If I act cute, will you let me go?"
"That depends on how cute your act is." Abel tilted his head, smiling mischievously, "If you're cute enough, I definitely couldn't bear to leave you here alone."
"Really?" Betty raised her chin, lifted a foot, and stomped heavily on his foot.
This time, Abel was prepared. He stepped back, causing Betty to miss her step, her high heel twisted, slipped on the smooth floor, and she lost balance, falling towards Abel.
She rarely wore high heels, but since this was a formal negotiation, she dressed up. In her anger, she forgot she was standing on six-centimeter heels.
As she suddenly fell, her expression changed.
Abel stepped forward, caught her falling body, and chuckled softly, "Throwing yourself into my arms like this, I quite enjoy it!"
Betty quickly stood straight, trying to punch him backhandedly, but seeing everyone's concerned looks, she had to retract her fist.
