Shawn Clegg stopped looking at Rebecca Smith, simply answering: "You can't compare different types."
"So you mean, I'm at least on par with her?" Rebecca asked Shawn.
Shawn did not enjoy conversing with Rebecca.
This woman was like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, each word she spoke made him loathe her from the bottom of his heart.
"Looking closely, you really do look extraordinarily like your brother," despite Shawn's evident distaste for her, she draped her arm over his shoulder, whispering into his ear, "Shawn, when I first met you, you were a little boy. But now, you've grown into such a fine young man, even your demeanor is similar to your brother's."
Shawn felt his spine shiver in disgust.
"You didn't take me away just to compliment me, did you?" he said to Rebecca, his face expressionless.
Rebecca chuckled lightly.
The colder Shawn was, the more she found herself attracted to him.
