"Oh, you're overthinking. My husband checks out everyone I come into contact with in advance."
Monica Baldwin replied mercilessly.
Leaning against the bookshelf, Chris Hanson took a deep breath, genuinely at a loss about Monica: "You really don't take either kindness or coercion."
"So, can you keep your distance from me in the future?" Monica retorted, "You may want to waste time, but I don't."
Chris was powerless against Monica and could only reluctantly step aside.
But he wanted to watch Monica's reactions, especially when she counterattacked the world. Such charm was indeed not common among women.
She truly had an enigmatic allure.
After leaving the library, Monica could feel that people looked at her differently. Though she had anticipated this moment, it was still unsettling.
"That's her...Did you know? She has several lives on her conscience."
"She probably came here because she couldn't cope in the Orient, right?"