"I..."
Ava Gibson saw his demeanor, as if it was inconvenient to speak. She thought for a while and suddenly realized.
"Oh...I get it, you're still thinking about that, aren't you?"
Now it was Oliver Winslow's turn to be confused: "Huh?"
"That incident!" Ava Gibson said, "You... haven't forgotten it so soon, have you?"
"Which incident?"
Ava Gibson was taken aback for a moment, her face flushed, "It's... it's about that time at the hotel..."
When Oliver Winslow realised what she was referring to, he became even more awkward.
Ava Gibson, being a girl, naturally had a thin skin. Her voice lowered, "I've already said, what's past is past, there's no need to dwell on it."
"Hm." Oliver Winslow nodded, "I haven't been thinking about it, you've misunderstood."
Ava Gibson made a sound of acknowledgment.
