"What do you mean?" Freya Locke's lips curled in a cold sneer. Although she was somewhat surprised by the sudden question, she concealed it well. On the surface, nothing seemed amiss.
"There's no other meaning, I just want to know, that's all, please answer me!" Tara Summer's face was incredibly solemn, there was no trace of a smile and no one knew how twisted her heart was at that moment.
Freya Locke stared intently at Tara Summer, seemingly discerning her nervous response.
"What do you think?" she asked tentatively, staring straight ahead, not wanting to miss any change in her facial expression.
"I thought it was, but..." At her words, Tara Summer instinctively said this. After speaking, she was startled by herself. After taking a pause, she saw Freya Locke curl her red lips.
That expression, did it mean she had guessed right?!
"So, it was only my 'assumption'?!" Her breath caught in her throat, and Tara Summer's face slowly drained of color.
