Prince Wilmore slammed the door as Hux entered. His face was flaring, it could tell Hux that meeting the Lord had bothered him.
"She knew! The girl could recognize me."
Wilmore almost shouted.
Hux spread on the chair, tabbing on his stomach that was filled with enough food.
"Do you care that what she would think about you?"
Hux snapped, gazing at the prince who was walking along with an imaginary line on the floor. He never saw him like this.
Wilmore's brain rang as he said that, he halted, peering at him. A grin had tugged on the corner of his lips.
"You piece of a jerk!"
Wilmore insulted, he sat on a chair, his legs moved up, and rested on the table.
"What? Am I wrong?" Hux sat straight tilting his head, sharpening his eyes, "don't tell me that you like her."
"No, I just don't want to harm her again."
Hux sighed then returned to his previous position, "ah, for a moment I thought you got some heart." Raising his palms said, "I take back my words, it is about your sister."
