Heather Scott curled her lips, a speechless expression on her face. "Gene Meaden, Betsy Russell doesn't like clingy guys. You're not going to win her heart like this," she said.
"Really?" Gene raised his eyebrows slightly, not seeming to care. "If I don't stick to her, what if she goes off with someone else?"
Heather: Is he serious?
Heather was a bit taken aback. In her opinion, Gene, a clean and self-respecting man, would be a good fit for Betsy. She coughed and asked seriously, "Do you have any close female friends or something like that?"
Gene frowned at Heather and replied, "No!"
After saying that, his gaze fell on Betsy not far away, and he stood up and walked toward her.
Betsy put her glass of red wine on the table and began to eat a puff pastry. Although she acted elegantly, eating the whole pastry in one bite revealed her anger.
"What happened? Who upset you?" Gene smiled at Betsy, handing her a tissue with a grin.
