Preston Keaton chuckled. "It's not every day I hear you say that, Miss Grant. You used to run the second you saw me."
Back then, she had a timid but stubborn look, wishing she could be as far away from him as possible. If he got even a little too close, her eyes would well up, on the verge of tears.
Evelyn Grant complained pitifully, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders as she clung to him like a little koala. "You were so mean back then."
'This girl can really hold a grudge.'
"You didn't give me any room to think. You were so aggressive, pressuring me and backing me into a corner."
'She really wasn't happy about it, was she?'
"To be fair, baby," Preston Keaton said, patting her bottom, "if I'd given you the time and opportunity, you'd have run off to another country by now, wouldn't you?"
She had never been the obedient, well-behaved type.
Preston Keaton knew her temperament.
...
Evelyn Grant's hands, which had been wrapped around his neck, loosened guiltily.
