He quickly turned and chased back along the path they came from. As he passed the small kiosk, he turned his head and saw her laughing carelessly among a group of people. He had to admit that this woman was really quite heartless, cold, and selfish.
With a serious face, he strode forward and roughly pulled her out of the crowd. She rubbed her arm in displeasure, complaining, "Albert Wilson, why are you pulling me so hard? I can walk by myself!"
He had been boiling with anger and was ready to scold her, but for some reason, no words came out. Instead, a sense of joy, like something lost and then found, slowly replaced his anger. So, he just stood there, pursing his lips and glaring at her.
