Norton Foster took a slow drag from his cigarette and said softly, "Do you know? I've always disliked you."
"Who asked for your affection...!"
"I don't like her thinking about so many people in her heart." He tapped the ash from his cigarette, glanced at her, and continued, "I clearly knew her before you, so why did she end up liking you more than me?"
Norris Moore took a slight breath, looked at Norton Foster's face, and sneered, "Who would like someone as ungrateful and treacherous as you?"
Long ago, she didn't understand why the teenager following Amelia Miller had a problem with her.
But back then, Norris had grown accustomed to being arrogant. She didn't care about others' likes and dislikes.
Eventually, she figured it out—his disdain stemmed from jealousy!
He was envious of her.
So he disliked her.
The teenager who silently followed Amelia Miller envied everyone she liked, men and women alike.
