Ava is a pervert

"I am so sorry!" 

Archer's onyx eyes took in the sight of her flustered face. Ji-ho rubbed her nose nervously then stepped sideways to leave. But as she swept past him, a hand caught her wrist in a tight grip though it wasn't painful. 

"Why are you running?" She heard Archer ask her in a cool tone. 

"I'm in a hurry." 

And then to make matters worse, Ilya appeared. 

"Robinson, I wasn't done talking," she heard him say. 

Archer's gaze drifted to his uncle and then back to Ava. The circumstances seemed suspicious to him. At first glance of the situation, it appeared as though Ava was running away from Ilya for some reason. Had she rejected his uncle as well? 

"Archer, let go of my hand," she urgently whispered. Ji-ho was afraid that if Ilya got any closer, her mind would be naked to him once again. 

"No. Tell me why you're running away from Ilya," he replied. His grip on her wrist was like a manacle.