Andrew Locke replied with a light smile and a shrug to Nora Hart's words: "You're beautiful!"
Nora Hart: .......
"Wasn't Lawyer Locke looking for a soul to talk noble love with? How come he's also into such a common thing as judging by looks now? Or is saying it's about looks just an excuse?"
Nora Hart, holding the tennis racket, gave Andrew Locke a glare.
"Miss Hart, when in public, even if I did fancy something else, I would only say I fancied the looks, after all… I, Andrew Locke, am not like those ex-boyfriends of yours, too disdainful to crack dirty jokes in front of an audience."
Nora Hart: ...Taking a dig at her? Andrew Locke's sarcasm is so uniquely crafted.
"Miss Hart, think clearly, whether you'll be a friend or a foe, the choice is yours."
"A foe?" Nora Hart raised an eyebrow. "Does Lawyer Locke mean that if I don't accept your two-year marriage proposal, you'll stand against me?"