"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 mean?
It's utter nonsense.
Mia Ginger gave him an irritated look, exasperatedly continuing, "Where are you taking me? I don't want to go with you, let go of me now."
"If not with me, then with whom?" Koa didn't even turn his head, "Mason Sutton or Louis Cox? Didn't get enough of dancing?"
Mentioning 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?"
