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 me?"
She likes soldiers, and I am a soldier. Doesn't that mean she likes me? 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?
