Travis Miller squinted slightly and pushed her aside with his hand.
"You're overthinking it."
Abigail Hemsworth just raised an eyebrow with a faint smile, putting her hands behind her back, and sat down on the chair.
Travis Miller's response clearly didn't shake her.
"What you think isn't without reason. After all, we're still young, haven't met many people, and perhaps in the future, there'll be a man better than you."
Travis had just taken the test questions he prepared yesterday, paused slightly at Abigail's words, and unconsciously pursed his thin lips a bit tighter.
Soon, his clear and distinguished eyes carried a hint of derision, "A better man?"
Abigail looked up at him with a smile, "Does it bother you?"
Travis threw the test questions in front of her, his eyes shifting to the corners, his voice carrying a clear indifference.
"Perhaps there's still a doubt about a good man."
