Behind the porcelain cup was a chair. Hester glanced at it. She picked up the back of the chair, held it all the way, and placed it on the other side.
It was opposite the place where Garret had originally prepared for her.
The completely hostile approach made Garret raise his eyebrows, but the smile on his face did not change much. "Did I offend you?"
"What do you think?" Hester looked at him indifferently.
Garret smiled. He didn't answer this question and changed the topic. "Speaking of which, we haven't seen each other for months. Why are you so angry when we meet?"
In fact, Hester really hated Glen and Garret.
No, it should be said that she had an instinctive aversion to those who were shrewd and pretended to be kind.
If Glen was hateful, then this Garret gave her a feeling that she had to stay away from him.