175 Platonic 3 (1/2)

When the second young miss of the Morgans faced the deep frown of Chris Meyer, she was of course, dumbfounded. No girl, not even a veteran actress, could immediately be calm and collected in front of somebody she was crushing on, especially if his expression was so fierce and dark as if she had just committed a very great offense.

For Alessa, it was already remarkable that she was able to smooth down her surprise into a calm facade. Her glossy lips parted, letting out a crisp but soft voice that haunted the dreams of many men in the country.

”Why are you so surprised that I am here? Didn't I already inform you? You forgot?”

”I didn't remember agreeing to anything.”

This was the truth since the woman simply left after slamming his car door closed to his face and before he could say his refusal.

However, from the get-go, his responses had already spoken more than enough of his intention to not have any entanglements with her, no matter how small.

Why else would he insist for her to just email him if she had someone she wants him to check on?

Why didn't she understand that?

It was annoying that every time it was saying something seemingly truthful, making him have a little favorable impression of it, the system would then immediately bare its real intention to make him annoyed at it. Points. Mission. How damnably bothersome.

Alessa took a deep breath and tried to shrug off the iron-like hand locking her arm mid-air. His grip was not actually hurting her as he was still quite the gentleman to control his immense strength in order to not injure her or leave bruises on her fair arm. But his grip was still very firm though.

When the woman tried to free herself from it, she realized, she couldn't budge it even for a centimeter.

Blinking, she looked at the hand grabbing on her arm.

When her eyes trailed his wrist up to his forearm, she noticed that it was as pale and smooth-looking as hers which had been subjected to decades of maintenance.

She was at first puzzled, thinking when did his become like this. But then she remembered the current situation, her cheeks reddening as a result.

After scolding herself for being crazy at that moment, she tried again to get his hand off of her, but no result changed from the first attempt.

Feeling helpless, Alessa could only glare at him and say, ”Release me, Chris.” She added, ”You're hurting me,” even though this was not really the case.

Her words lived up to their intended purpose though. Chris' eyes widened and he immediately removed the hand grabbing onto her. He looked away, looking extremely guilty.

”I'm sorry. It's not my intention. I mean, I was just a bit incensed that you came in without my permission.”