"Very well." Koa Jackson tightened his grip on her wrist and continued walking toward the parking lot, his face dark as a storm.
What does "very well" even an?
It’s utter nonsense.
Mia Ginger gave him an irritated look, exasperatedly continuing, "Where are you taking ? I don’t want to go with you, let go of now."
"If not with , then with whom?" Koa didn’t even turn his head, "Mason Sutton or Louis Cox? Didn’t get enough of dancing?"
ntioning dancing made Mia even angrier.
Her feet were still hurting.
It was all because of the guy in front of her, spinning her around endlessly, until the heels of her feet were blistered. It was truly inhumane.
Mia bit her lip and tried to pull her hand away again, but Koa pulled open the passenger car door.
Mia lifted her foot and directly blocked the door.
Koa glanced at her, his face a stony blue, "Have you had enough of this nonsense?"
"Who’s the one causing trouble?" Mia, angered, raised her foot to kick him, but before she could, Koa lifted his leg to firmly brace her leg, pushing her whole body against the car door, with both of her hands held above her head.
An utterly humiliating, surrender-like position.
Mia’s temper flared instantly. Looking at his stern face, she shouted furiously, "Let go of , how can you be so..."
Before she could say "annoying," Koa suddenly leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.
Mia clenched her teeth tightly.
..."
Mia was dizzy and had just barely settled into her seat when Koa had already moved to the front, started the car, and imdiately locked the doors.
Looking at his cold side profile, Mia was exasperated and asked, "Where are we going? I haven’t even said goodbye to my mom yet."
"Ho." Koa didn’t turn his head.
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