Atem didn't mind her sarcasm, and still laughed and chatted with her, "Nope. It's that we are predestined to meet, don't you think so?"
"Then why do you have to sit with me?"
"There are no tables. Let's make do."
Helle pointed to the empty tables not far away, and smiled angrily, "Mr. Mill, is there anything wrong with your eyesight?"
"You really hit the spot. I've always had bad eyesight. And I just didn't wear glasses today."
It was true that Atem had been wearing glasses all the time before, and he looked serious. Now without glasses, a few strands of hair fluttered on his forehead, and he really looked a bit... vicious and crazy.
"You wouldn't have come to me if you have nothing. Tell me, what do you want to say to me?"
Atem didn't intend to hide it, "Old Mr. Reed wants you to get engaged to me."
Upon hearing that, Helle burst into laughter, "Get engaged to you? Atem, you know that it is impossible."