Martha looked at the battered Kenand. He reached out his hand, holding Kenand's face.
"Stop it," Kenand snapped.
"Kenand, don't be rude to women," Terry said.
"I don't like it when someone holds my face!" Kenand said, annoyed.
"Then why did you kiss me?" Martha asked.
Kenand looked at Martha. That girl really is like a magnet. It got all his attention.
Makes him not move when he looks at her beautiful face.
"This is compensation from my brother. He apologized for hitting you," said Martha.
"Ahem, I don't need the money. You think I'm poor?" Kenand said.
"Please, I beg my brother not to prolong this matter. Just accept it," said Martha.
"Go. Let's just say I've accepted. This place doesn't suit you," said Kenand.
"But ... "
Terry approached Martha and looked at the girl gently.
"Come on, I'll drop you off. Kenand's right. You'd better not be here," Terry said.
