"Don't be so absolute." Abel stood up, took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the water droplets off her chin, and smiled at her angry little face, "The woman I want, no one escapes, you're no exception!"
"Hmph!" Betty raised her arm to push his hand away, "Then just try, if you can catch me, that's your skill, but... don't regret it later."
Abel extended his arms, braced them on the back of the chair, enclosing her between the chair and his arms.
He suddenly leaned in, and Betty instinctively leaned back against the chair.
"Don't mess around, or I'll cripple you with one kick."
Abel didn't lean too close, instead, he stopped at a distance of less than ten centimeters from her face, looking intently at her eyes and brows.
Having been focused on the Northwest issues since his morning exercise, she was still dressed in her jogging attire, her face naturally devoid of makeup, clean and beautiful.
