Jane Quinlan wanted to stop Magnus, but he left without turning back.
She was extrely frustrated, stomping her foot and glaring at Kay Forrest: "Hey, what are you doing?"
"What can I be doing but coming to your rescue."
"What did Magnus even do, and you co to rescue ?
Magnus is Daisy’s close cousin, what am I supposed to do now?
You... Ah, you really drive crazy."
Jane Quinlan plopped down with an exasperated sigh.
Kay Forrest also sat down across from her, reaching for the coffee in front of her.
"That guy doesn’t even trust you in the slightest.
I ca and he didn’t even listen to your explanation, just left because he felt deceived.
He is a man who doesn’t invest emotions based on the situation, not suitable for you."
"Then tell , what kind of man is suitable for ?"
Kay Forrest smirked: "Don’t you think I’m not bad?"
"You might be good, but you’re not mine."
"Then why don’t you chase after ?" Kay Forrest said, grinning mischievously at her.
Jane Quinlan stood up in frustration and turned to leave; she hated when he played such jokes on her.
Does he even realize, people who have feelings could take this seriously?
Does he even know what it’s like to have a crush on soone?
Kay Forrest quickly caught up with her at the door and grabbed her wrist: "Look at you, getting all petty.
So I ruined your blind date, was it really necessary to get this upset?
If you’re not chasing after , how about I introduce you to a nice guy instead?"
"Get lost," she jerked her hand away wanting to leave.
Kay Forrest wouldn’t let go, grabbing her wrist again: "Co on, co on, my dear Jane Quinlan, what’s there to be angry about.
It’s just a ruined blind date, rember you also ssed up my blind date last ti.
We’re even now."
Jane Quinlan turned and glared at him: "How is it the sa? Last ti it was you who asked to ss up your date.
Last ti, I ended up getting scolded for ssing up your date with you.
This ti you ruined my date, and I’m still the one getting scolded.
Tell , since I’ve known you why have I been so unlucky."
Kay Forrest looking at her aggrieved expression couldn’t help but laugh.
"All this over such trivial matters, you’re overreacting."
"How is it trivial? I feel so wronged.
Tomorrow at the company, Daisy will definitely skin alive."
Jane Quinlan said, pursing her lips as she felt like crying.
Kay Forrest quickly coaxed: "Wait a minute, you really can’t cry.
I promise you, I won’t let Daisy Zenith hassle you, okay?"
"What are you going to do? Daisy is my friend, don’t ss around."
"Then don’t cry, or else I’m really going to fire her to keep her from bullying you."
"You..." Jane Quinlan pointed at him, but didn’t know what to accuse him of.
Does he ever play by the rules?
"I’ll explain it myself to Daisy, don’t ss up any further."
She shouted and turned to leave.
Seeing her so irritated, Kay Forrest couldn’t help but laugh again.
He caught up to her and asked, "Where are you running off to?"
"Ho."
He pulled her to his car: "No, you have to accompany to et a friend today."
"I won’t go," she threw off his hand, vowing to never listen to him again.
This damn man only knows how to bully her.
"Yesterday I accompanied you to et your cousin, I gave you face.
Today when it’s your turn to help, you just don’t care. What a thankless woman you are.
I’ve decided, I’ll go visit your parents at your hotown tomorrow."
"Kay Forrest," Jane Quinlan stomped her foot and yelled at him.
Kay Forrest looked at her with a mischievous smile.
Jane Quinlan bit her lip, "Why do you always bully ."
"I don’t know, I always feel a sense of glory when I bully you."
"You... Are you even a man, bullying a woman," Jane Quinlan was infuriated by him.
This was less like having a friend and more like having t an enemy.
Kay Forrest’s eyebrows lifted slightly, stepping closer to her.
Jane Quinlan was startled, thinking he was about to get physical.
Her instinct was to step back, but he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist, his eyes narrowed.
Jane Quinlan swallowed hard: "What... what are you doing?"
"You can accuse of anything else, but calling not a man, I can’t accept that.
I have to prove to you that I am a man."
Proving... she was quite scared of that word.
But before she could say she didn’t need proof, he pinned her against the car and leaned down to kiss her lips.
Jane Quinlan tightly closed her eyes, her hands nervously pressed against his car door.
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