Zion Caldwell furrowed his brow, not stepping aside, and simply said, "Tessa, there's a café in front of the neighborhood. Let's go there and have a good talk."
Tessa Caldwell frowned, about to refuse, but Zion continued, "You can refuse, but then we'll go upstairs and talk in your apartment."
"...I won't go anywhere." Tessa was not threatened by him and walked away directly.
However, Zion grabbed her wrist.
Tessa glared at him, "What are you doing? Let go."
Zion Caldwell said earnestly, "Tessa, why can't you be like before, a little gentle? Are you still mad at me for being too indifferent to you back then?"
Tessa felt she was about to go crazy.
She really didn't want to deal with him now. Despite struggling with all her might, she couldn't break free.
At this moment, a hand grabbed Zion Caldwell's hand, its force like an arrow piercing through, causing his hand to tremble involuntarily.
