"Ah!!——" Fiona Schmidt didn't expect him to suddenly stop and collided head-on with him.
The man's stature was towering, and Fiona only reached his shoulder, her nose hitting it squarely, causing her to cover her face in pain. "You, you jerk! Why did you suddenly stop!?"
Her face grimaced with pain as she tried to yell at him in anger, her voice almost breaking through the roof.
"Hey, what's with you? Why so contradictory?" Bastian furrowed his brows, entirely unable to understand, "…It was you who told me to 'stop,' and now that I've 'stopped,' you're asking why I did. I just don't get it, are all women in the world as contradictory and troublesome as you!?"
No, not all the women in the world, at least Tara Summer isn't.
"You…" Fiona was rendered speechless by his retort, her hands slowly lowering as her face turned a mix of pale and green.
As overbearing and spoiled as she was, she never expected to be rendered speechless by an insult!
