Such words made Mason Bennett's face instantly sink again.
What's going on in that little mind of hers?
Even though the room was dark, Bella Green could clearly sense the man's face getting gloomier, and she instinctively shrank back.
Mason raised his hand, pulled her arm, and drew her directly into his embrace.
"Did what I say go straight to a dog's ears?"
Bella Green: "..." Damn it, who's the dog?
Fine, I'll hold my tongue.
"Bella Green, your conscience really got eaten by a dog," Mason said coldly.
Bella pouted, feeling like crying.
"Yeah, my conscience was eaten by a dog. I'll get it to spit it out later."
Mason just felt his temples throbbing, filled with anger, and planned to tell her to get lost.
But seeing her now, all his anger dissipated.
Especially Bella's shameless demeanor at that moment, leaving him nowhere to vent his frustration.
"So, not answering calls and breaking up, all because of this..." Bella said somewhat guiltily.
