The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory Chapter 707 - 726: Don’t Mess with Me (8)

The last three words were practically shouted out.

She felt really uncomfortable, never had she experienced such unbearable monts before. Koa Jackson was definitely doing this on purpose, truly shaless, truly cunning.

As she spoke, she felt both aggrieved and furious. Who would have thought, Koa Jackson said again, "Apologize first."

Apologize?

Apologize for what?

Mia Ginger was completely dumbfounded.

Louis Cox? How could he still rember?

Mia Ginger was extrely frustrated, her body twisting around impulsively, her eyes staring at him with watery anger.

Koa Jackson clenched one hand into a fist, pressing it against the bed, and continued in a low voice, "Have you realized your mistake?"

Mia Ginger started crying out of anger.

She directly kicked him off the bed.

Caught off guard, Koa Jackson was kicked by her soft little foot, and suddenly he didn’t want to get off the bed anymore.

Mia Ginger turned her back to him, not wanting to look at him, and started shedding tears.

What kind of person is this?

Why should she apologize?

She refused to apologize, let him be angry, whatever!

Now it was Koa Jackson’s turn to be dumbfounded; he just wanted to temper her sharpness, didn’t intend to make her cry.

Watching her little shoulders tremble, he suddenly couldn’t bear it.

With a sigh, he pulled her tightly into his arms.

Mia Ginger started crying out loud, feeling both wronged and uncomfortable, blaming Koa Jackson. She punched his chest twice in frustration.

Koa Jackson grasped her hand, "Alright, alright."

"I didn’t do anything wrong." Mia Ginger stubbornly said.

"Yes, it’s my fault." Koa Jackson replied with exceptionally good temper.

Mia Ginger: "..."

Why is this person so annoying!

She completely didn’t want to speak anymore, just buried her cheek in his embrace, shedding tears.

Mia Ginger was utterly afraid of him, dodging left and right.

She pulled Koa Jackson’s wrist to take a look at the ti, it was past twelve o’clock.

The two of them got ho at around ten o’clock.

Entered the room, at most it was around ten-sothing.

Now—

More than two hours had passed.

Mia Ginger’s phone suddenly rang.

On the floor.

Inside her small backpack.

Koa Jackson couldn’t help but smile, leaned over, and helped her get the phone.