"Hopper" was stunned by his sudden move. When she came to her senses, her face flushed red. She used the two round plaques to shield her cheeks. "Mortimer Quincy, let go of me."
Right then, Mortimer didn't care about the stares from others. He only wanted to hear "Hopper" say "I love you." Still, he didn't just stand there and let everyone watch. He grabbed her wrist and led her out of the crowd.
Gabe Chaucer, who was standing nearby and hadn't had a chance to say anything, was left speechless. "..."
Watching the two of them leave the crowd, Pantheon let go of Paul Powell and the others. With the sour grapes of a single guy, he said, "See? Mortimer only needs his cousin. He doesn't need you big lugs getting in the way."
Paul Powell rubbed his nose and tutted a few times. "TSK TSK. Mortimer is choosing his girl over his friends more and more. But if I had a soft, adorable cousin, I'd dote on her just like he does."
