"Dream on!" Claudia Ross knew all too well the danger of being around Wyatt Perry, especially with that devilishly charming smile on his lips, which made her scalp tingle.
Wyatt Perry asked softly, "When will you be able to smile at me?"
"I can't bring myself to smile at you." That was her honest truth; she was accustomed to giving Wyatt Perry cold looks, and she couldn't find even a hint of a smile for him.
"Is that so?" Wyatt Perry's lips pursed tightly, and after a long while, he slowly said, "Smile for me, and I'll give you the bracelet. That's a simple enough request, right?"
"I told you, I can't smile."
"Even if you can't, you have to smile."
Wyatt Perry became obstinate and completely unreasonable.
"Are you here to pick a fight?"
Claudia Ross looked at him coldly, confused as to why she was so easily angered by Wyatt Perry. She was usually quite even-tempered, but her tolerance for him was zero.
