"You..." Tara Summer was pure and straightforward, all her thoughts manifesting on her face clearly for him to see, "Are you jealous?"
"Who, who's jealous!?" She retorted, but her face gradually grew warm for no reason, and soon turned beet red.
"Really not?" He stared at her rosy cheeks, his smile tease and bewitching.
"I..." Her face reddened even more. Tara bit her lip, struggling for a few moments before finally admitting, "Yes, I am jealous! So what?"
She admitted that she was indeed jealous. Just thinking about those adoring gazes from other women made her feel uncomfortable all over.
"I am very happy." He stretched out his hand, preparing to pull her into his embrace.
But, Tara abruptly pushed his hand away, scrunching her little face as she exclaimed, "You're happy? Liam Yancey, didn't you see the way those women were looking at you just now? It's as if they wanted to rip your clothes off..."
