Olivia Parker tilted her head slightly, "I understand what you mean, but... I refuse."
Kasper Edith walked over from behind the table and stopped a step away in front of her, his face showing no displeasure—just calmly staring at her.
"Reason."
"It's simple, I don't like you."
Olivia shrugged her shoulders, turned around, and walked toward her room door.
A tightness on her wrist, his hand had already grasped hers, Olivia was unprepared, he gently pulled, and she was turned around by him, almost falling into his arms.
Reaching out to hold her arm and steady her body, looking at that face in front of him, Kasper Edith's fingers tightened, instantly giving rise to a strong urge to pull her into his arms.
For a moment, he almost did so.
"Kasper Edith!"
"Let go of me."
Olivia's voice echoed in his ears, he paused his actions, the girl's face dyed with anger in front of him.
Kasper Edith released his grip, letting go of his clenched fingers.
