"Oh." Scarlett replied expressionlessly, the joy that had just been on her face instantly vanishing.
Afterward, she ignored Andrew, paid for the things, and, clutching a large bag of miscellaneous items and fluffy slippers, started walking towards the direction of the rental apartment.
Seeing Scarlett being so taciturn and her tone sounding somewhat weak today, Andrew was very confused.
"Scar, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing much." Andrew couldn't get anything out of her. He felt like Scarlett was angry, but it was different from before; he couldn't sense much hostility.
Her words were cold, making it seem like she didn't want to deal with him, yet every time he asked, Scarlett would still reply.
If she truly didn't want to talk to him, there would have been no need to answer at all.
A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.
Andrew couldn't figure it out, so he silently followed Scarlett back into the apartment.
