"Mm," Henry Lester replied nonchalantly.
Hearing his response, Yara Quillan was so angry she could have spat blood. "You're hugging me so tight I can't breathe!"
"Did you miss me? I saw you called me."
"The hell I missed you," Yara Quillan grumbled under her breath.
"Hm?"
"Henry Lester, I'm telling you, I haven't forgiven you yet. So, let me go!"
Hearing this, Henry Lester just laughed. "Have you eaten dinner?" He didn't loosen his grip.
"I have. And I ate a lot!" The second part was a lie; she hadn't eaten much at all and was, in fact, still a little hungry.
Yara Quillan struggled a little more, but it was obvious her half-hearted attempts were not enough to escape Henry Lester's embrace.
"Oh?" 'Mm, she ate with other men. He couldn't stop her from eating with her three older brothers, or his little one would definitely get angry.'
'But anyone besides those three was unacceptable. Besides, judging from that man's actions, he knew exactly what they signified.'
