Losing Temper with Her

"I, Nathan Ford, take great pleasure in making others unhappy! Ava Sterling, what a dilemma, I suddenly don't feel like leaving anymore."

 

Ava Sterling took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress the anger boiling inside her: "Isn't Iris Hart nursing a twisted ankle? If you don't rush to her aid soon, she might just heal on her own!"

 

The expression on Nathan Ford's face shifted slightly, his relaxed grip tightening as he took steps towards Ava Sterling.

 

Ava Sterling hastily retreated a few steps, positioning herself in front of the sofa, her gaze fixed intently on him: "What exactly are you trying to do?"

 

"Nothing, I just suddenly don't feel like leaving. Staying here seems more appealing than going to save Iris Hart."

 

"No! You can't stay. Iris Hart is waiting for you to rescue her."