With a beautiful face, she looked at him with her watery eyes, which made Sherman can't say no.
Even so, Sherman made up his mind to refuse.
"I'm sorry..."
Before Sherman could finish his words, Octavia stamped her feet angrily.
"It doesn't matter if you don't agree. You just don't want to take me with you. Why do you have so many excuses?" She glared at Sherman.
She had a bright and charming face, now her anger made her a little niftier and lovelier.
Seeing that Sherman kept refusing, Octavia became angry.
She stopped pestering and strode away.
Octavia had always been a proud woman. Her status, appearance, figure, and talent were impeccable.
Wherever she went, she was respected and worshiped. She had never been treated so coldly like this.
She just wanted to leave with Sherman. How could he have so many excuses? Octavia was indignant.
"You just came here for two days, but you met such a beautiful orc girl."