Not thinking of anything, Cale smiled at her and raised a hand towards her.
"How have you been, Rexa?"
She looked at him for a few seconds, dazed.
Then, instead of taking his hand—
BAM!
She punched him in the gut!
"Ugh!"
His body was as tough as a dinosaur's, but he still had to act the part.
Taking hold of his hand, she pulled it toward her face and bit down.
"Umm... miss... Rexaline..."
She stared at him, narrowing her eyes.
Cale sighed, resigning himself to fate. 'She's definitely angry. Why does this always happen to me?'
Finally, she let go of his hand. He quickly clasped both hands behind his back and put on the best seductive smile he could manage, hoping to lessen the damage to his body.
Folding her arms, she huffed.
"Hmph. Young Master. You really are using me, aren't you? You don't care about me at all! Only one single letter. One letter! That is all you sent me. And Lady Fiora, Miss Emma, even that bitc— uhm, Niva got more than a few letters!"
