Andrew Locke's eyes were cold and menacing, his voice hoarse, "I'm a bastard?"
Nora Hart: .....
This bastard really held grudges, and settling scores afterward was something he played expertly.
Nora clung to Andrew Locke's neck and dared not let go, shaking her head repeatedly, "No, no, no, you're not."
"Not?" Andrew Locke asked in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"Not."
Andrew Locke scoffed, "Nora, praising my stamina at night and calling me a bastard by day, you're playing this game quite extravagantly."
Nora: ....
Mia Chase: .... Even though she wasn't a member, these were the kinds of things she'd love to hear.
Matthew Summers: .... She worshipped every Buddha she saw in her life, doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, these were the kinds of things she deserved to hear.
"What are you....."
"Stop talking," Nora freed a hand to cover Andrew Locke's mouth, feeling deeply embarrassed as Mia's gaze almost pierced through her.