"Zeke, how dare you!"
Sasha was trembling with anger, her face ashen.
Zeke didn't retort right away and squatted down to pick up those glass pieces instead.
"What now?" he asked habitually, "What did I do to upset you?"
"You can drop the act."
Sasha slapped Zeke across the face twice again, and the latter did not even try to dodge.
When Sasha wanted to slap him for the third time, he suddenly reached out and pinned her hand in the air.
"I'm not your punching bag. No one can deal with your irascible temper."
"Tell me, what happened between you and Kasey?"
Zeke's eyes flashed with malice when he heard this.
"How do you know Kasey?" He changed his expression instantly. "Did you find her fault? Sasha, you..."
"Zeke, finally, you stop pretending in front of me."
Sasha sneered. She had cried for this until she had no more tears to shed.
"How many things have you lied to me about?"