Pathetic

Disgust but above all incomprehensible rage flooded into Avine's pulpit.

- I was just about to leave, Myzon Rodwan.

- Really? And you’ve even found out my name! But you're probably right to do so, since you're that kind of woman.

- What kind of a woman," Avine cried out in a sharp voice.

- Ah," exclaimed Myzon, bursting with an almost sadistic laugh, the eternal feminine curiosity. They may protest that they're not interested, but they make sure they know what men are thinking.

Avine raised her chin defiantly. She couldn't stand this person. But what worried her most was that he would never be indifferent to her, in this lifetime. However, she will make sure that he will never know it.

- I'm not at all surprised at this uncompromising judgment you have of women, since those around you all look like the one who just left.

- Isn't that also your case?

Avine looked at him bewilderingly.