Upon hearing this, Charles Northwood suddenly felt a headache and rubbed his forehead.
"Fiona Sutton, we're friends." The best of friends.
"To hell with your 'friend'! When have you ever treated me as a friend?"
Fiona Sutton slammed the table hard, not caring about the stares from the people around her.
"Charles Northwood, you bastard!"
Fiona Sutton roared, but Charles Northwood, sitting opposite her, remained calm.
"Fiona, have you considered? After everything you've said, can we still be friends?"
He was a grown man, after all; he wouldn't be awkward or flustered. But Fiona Sutton is different; she's a girl.
"To hell with your friendship! Friends are the last thing I lack! Who needs one like you?"
Fiona Sutton shouted. She didn't care, didn't care at all, not one bit!
Charles Northwood was exasperated. Alright, Fiona Sutton wasn't exactly a delicate girl; she wouldn't get embarrassed. She was more straightforward than most men.
