Roy Lewis's face can no longer be described as black; it seems like smoke is already rising from the top of his head.
"So, did you agree to him?"
One can imagine that Richelle Dunn was just 21 or 22 at that time, at an age where one is prone to dreaming, and the man in question was handsome and rich, so it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a prince on a white horse.
Being pursued by such a man for a long time, could she really refuse once, and keep refusing forever?
Richelle Dunn glared at him, "Of course not! If I agreed to him, how could I possibly tell you that I haven't been in love!?"
Roy Lewis's face finally looked a little better.
But he still felt uncomfortable at heart, "Why didn't you mention this before?"
Richelle Dunn looked a little embarrassed, "I forgot... "
"How can you forget something so important?"
Roy Lewis was speechless.
But Richelle Dunn didn't think the same way.
