"Rest assured, the Crown Prince has already sliced her into a thousand pieces!"
Alexander Kingsley said:
"Hey, little rascal, come on, I'll take you to the hospital!"
"..." Carla Carr stopped in her tracks. This nickname, where did he come up with it? It's so unpleasant! She doesn't like it at all, even though she used to be a bit rebellious, she's not really a thug, okay?
He gave her such a nickname!
"Alexander Kingsley! Call me that again, and I'll be mad!"
"Hm?" Alexander glanced back at her, furrowing his brows, "Starting tomorrow, I'm going to teach you taekwondo. Calling you by your name feels awkward, so I'll just call you little rascal!"
"I've thought about it for quite a while, and it sounds pretty good."
"Like it or not, you'll have to accept it."
Carla: "..." How can this man be so unreasonable?
She was about to blow her top with anger when she heard Alexander say, "Little rascal, starting tomorrow, you'll be my apprentice! You can graduate when you can beat me!"
