Lola Gold turned around and smiled, "Do you still remember the last time we met?"
Christopher Coldson frowned. Last time, Lola Gold had pushed Sunny Coldson into the water, and he had slapped Lola Gold.
Thinking of that, he sharply slapped his own cheek.
Lola Gold was startled, "What's going on? What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?"
"That slap from last time, I return it to you, or maybe..." Christopher Coldson looked at her pleadingly, "you do it yourself?"
Lola Gold laughed out of irritation, "I don't fancy a sore hand."
Her tone became more serious, "If I say I've never pushed Sunny Coldson, would you believe me?"
Christopher Coldson didn't say anything.
Lola Gold's anger surfaced instantly, and she yanked her hand away, "If you don't believe me, then why bother coming to find me?"
"That day was so cold, and the pool water was chilly, would Sunny jump in by herself?"