"That depends on you."
He spoke softly, his magnetic voice passing by her ear, tugging tightly at her heartstrings. His words were filled with laughter, but they were also particularly bewitching.
The subtext was, even if they pretend to do something real, it still partially depends on her. But considering his character, if she dug a little deeper, she guessed it would depend if she could attract his attention.
Their gaze crossed in mid-air, sparking a blazing fire in an instant.
It wasn't the spark of love, but the pure, spreading smoke of war.
After a moment, Flossie Wright seemed bored and retracted her hand saying leisurely, "You won't have a chance."
