Chapter 117 She Was Not My Fiancée

Gasol was so kind that he looked like an angel. It was as if he wasn't the one who required without hesitation Auston to owe him a condition.

Auston put down the meal cloth and said, "I think you guys will have plenty of time to chat with each other in the company."

He nodded at his watch.

"Your cousin was late once yesterday. Do you want to be late a second time?"

"All right, all right, my friend. You are always so cold and rational. I just want to communicate with Emily about our feelings."

Tsk.

Auston blew a raspberry in his mind.

Did they meet for five minutes?

Gasol called her Emily warmly.

Auston totally forgot that he didn't tell Emily's surname to Gasol.

"I don't think you guys have feelings to communicate."

He stood up.

"If you want to be late, just do it."

Then Auston left.

"A hiccup..."

Gasol uttered a sound of indigestion.

"He's always like this. Since the first time I met him, I really don't know how you can stand him."