The car stopped in front of the already opened gates of the Hemsworth Family.
Travis Miller didn't even pull the handbrake.
He leaned back in his seat, his gaze fixed on the tightly shut doors of the Hemsworth mansion some distance ahead, his slender fingers slowly tapping on the steering wheel.
After a long time, he slowly withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Salma Lula.
His expression was indifferent, his voice cold.
"Who told you that hating one person must mean you like another?"
Salma Lula's eyes were red, "Can I interpret it as you don't like Abigail Hemsworth?"
Travis Miller pressed his lips together, his narrow eyes were so deep that they appeared even darker.
"But is it not because of Abigail Hemsworth that you find me annoying?"
Doubt and questioning.
Travis Miller suddenly curled his lips and let out a low chuckle.
That chuckle left Salma Lula stunned.
In her memory, she seemed never to have heard him laugh.
