Chapter 39
Andy couldn’t help stretching his hand toward Finley because her bangs became ruffled for the wind.
Before that male hand touched her hair, Finley grabbed Andy by his wrist.
“What are you doing?” Finley was both sensitive and agile.
This wariness made Andy, whose hand was in the air, feel awkward.
“Your bangs are in a mess. I wanted to comb them for you. It seems you don’t like others to touch you,” Andy said cautiously.
“Yes,” Finley answered carelessly.
That attempted rate from a dozen of men had become her nightmare.
Finley would become vigilant like a little beast with its fangs exposed whenever a man touched her. Her acquaintances might feel hurt easily.
However, there was something weird..
Finley felt at ease when Bryan was around.
octopus. However, Bryan
that was why Finley became unscrupulous in front of
The bell rang.
turned to Andy, and said, “The class
you get hurt.” Andy sat up straight, put his textbooks on. the desk, and handed his
the past few
She didn’t know how to deal with
female students in her class, Finley would have
Don’t you find my face disgusting as others do?” Finley stared at Andy and
his beautiful lips split slightly. He looked at Finley seriously and then said, “No. On the contrary,
birthmark, how could Andy
be
so. I won’t spare one glance
to show his sincerity to Finley,
laughter. “Time for
Finley took the notebooks from Andy and
good memory and memorized those notes after reading them several
end of this serpester were a good chance for Finley to turn the
intended to take good advantage of them.
In class, Andy glanced at Finley, who sat next to him, from time to time.
His heart beat wildly.
The class came to an end soon.
Finley walked out of the university with her textbooks in her arms.
Usually, Finley lived on campus. Today, she was anxious to go home to cure Bryan of his sickness. “Finley, where do you live? May I drive you home?” Andy caught up with Finley with the textbook in his arms.
The attentive flattery from the school hunk intimidated Finley.
Finley felt those jealous glares from all directions.
Finley was clear that she would be in trouble if she went home with Andy.
“No, thanks. I will hail a taxi.”
“My chauffeur will be here soon.” Andy was persistent.
A black Maybach pulled over not far away from Finley. A sharp gaze from the backseat of the car settled on Finley intently.