"Noah..." Sarah called out to him.
"Hmm?" Noah lifted his head, gazing at the beautiful face that he had longed for during the four years of separation.
"Do you prefer a slap or a kick?" Sarah asked, her eyes narrowing in anger.
Noah found the question intriguing. He leaned in closer, their heads almost touching. "I didn't know you had that kind of hobby," he paused for a few seconds, a mischievous smile on his face appeared. "But I'm sorry, I have to decline since I consider myself a gentleman."
Sarah nearly choked on her saliva upon hearing Noah's claim. "A gentleman? Are you joking?" She felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought of the most rude person she had ever met calling himself a gentleman.
"Are you still mad?" Noah's eyes began to lose their sparkle as he looked directly into her eyes.
"Is that even a question?" Sarah scoffed in disbelief, finding it absurd that he would even ask.
