Just okay?
"What do you mean, my skills are just okay?!" He glanced at his phone, then look at Michelle Campbell with a disgruntled face!
Her appraisal of him was only average?
Those two words were extremely irksome to him!
This perfunctory phrase was a downright insult to his masculine pride!
An intolerable insult!
"Um... it was pretty good..." Michelle stammered, then blurted out, puzzled why he was offended by her compliment.
Wasn't 'pretty good' a compliment in his book?
"So now, do I need to prove to you whether my skills are up to par?" Samuel Noah Jackson snorted coldly and leaned over.
Shocked, Michelle hurriedly shrank back and pushed him away.
"Samuel Noah Jackson..." she stared at him speechlessly, her cheeks flushed.
What she meant was his skill in helping her trim her nails, nothing more...
This man adamantly twisted her words into something entirely different!
Samuel Noah Jackson smirked, then deliberately wrapped his arms around her waist.
