Fiona Sutton was furious at his teasing remark.
Those classmates, whose mouths couldn’t utter a kind word, she couldn’t expect them to say anything pleasant.
Seeing Fiona Sutton remain silent, Yancy Hastings secretly raised an eyebrow. His heart was filled with a mix of indescribable emotions. He forced himself to calm down and then asked, his face devoid of expression, "So, you like ?"
She likes soldiers, and I am a soldier. Doesn’t that an she likes ? he reasoned.
Fiona Sutton was inwardly fuming.
Does Yancy Hastings have to be... so narcissistic? And what in the world is this practically gangster-like logic?
"Like you? Like hell I do!"
The corner of Fiona Sutton’s lips twitched. With a forceful stomp, she brought her foot down on Yancy Hastings’ and broke free from his embrace.
"Get out of my class reunion! Don’t just stand there being an eyesore. Are you here to freeload food and drinks?"
He actually had the audacity to attend my class reunion. Did I even invite him?
"And what if I don’t?"
Yancy Hastings’ expression darkened further. This damned woman actually dared to lay a hand on him, and she hadn’t held back at all; the force of her stomp was solid.
"If you don’t leave, what else could it be? It just ans you admit you’re shaless."
Showing up uninvited—if that’s not shaless, what is?
"Hmph." Yancy Hastings grunted, his voice heavy with a nasal tone, then flexed the foot she had stepped on. "I am indeed shaless."
Admitting I’m shaless—would it cost anything? No. Then I might as well admit it.
UGH— Fiona Sutton felt utterly drained. If she exchanged one more word with this damned, insufferable man, she’d die of anger.
"Get lost!"
Fiona Sutton, throwing caution to the wind, pushed him away, ran out, and slamd the room door shut.
Yes! Too bad the door was shut; he wouldn’t be able to get out for a while. Because to get out of a room in this hotel, you need a room card—and the card is in my hand!
A wide smile spread across Fiona Sutton’s face as she spoke to Yancy Hastings through the door, "You just stay put in there, bye-bye!"
With that said, Fiona Sutton turned to leave for the Private Room for dinner, but then she suddenly realized her phone and handbag were still inside the room.
Damn it!
Fiona Sutton was utterly speechless.
My bag and phone, or Yancy Hastings being unable to attend the banquet? This really was a hell of a choice.
After hesitating for a full three minutes, Fiona Sutton looked completely deflated. She took out the room card and swiped it, preparing to go back inside.
I’ll figure out how to deal with Yancy Hastings later. First, I need to get my things.
But... Why won’t the door open even after I swiped the card?
"Yancy Hastings!"
That damned, insufferable man actually locked the door from the inside!
"Open the damn door!" Fiona Sutton roared. Did I destroy the entire Milky Way Galaxy in my previous life to deserve eting such a shaless person like Yancy Hastings in this one?
anwhile, inside the room, Yancy Hastings was leaning leisurely against the other side of the door.
"And why should I open the door?" His voice drifted through the crack of the door, making Fiona Sutton grind her teeth in frustration.
"Yancy Hastings, you classless jerk! Open the damn door! I forgot my things!"
Fiona Sutton was incredibly annoyed. How could I have forgotten my things?
Leaning against the door from the inside, Yancy Hastings’ lips curled into a grin. He glanced at the handbag on the table and the phone on the bedside table, the smile on his face widening even more.
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