Suddenly, he burst into a hearty laugh, his voice playful and husky. His eyes slowly lightened, edging in a mischievous glint, displaying a handsome devil-may-care attitude through his pearly whites and red lips.
"Why are you laughing?" Wrinkles formed on Yvonne Finley's forehead.
"Nothing much, just thinking that Miss Finley is quite adorable."
He continued walking, his voice was so lazily indifferent that it was impossible to tell his true intentions.
Yvonne Finley had no choice but to hasten her steps to keep up.
"How is he doing anyway?"
"Alive and well. In fact, he's pretty loud, crying and throwing fits, making a fuss with his tears and snot. Disgusting."
"......"
Yvonne blinked and took a moment to ponder.
"Then you're okay, right?" She hurriedly caught up with him, confronted him, and walked backward while talking to him.
Caleb Baker subtly slowed his pace.
"As you can see, everything's perfectly fine."
