"Do you really think Travis is only with you because he simply likes you?"
Abigail narrowed her eyes, a chill slowly emanated from them.
Salma Lula saw her finally change her expression, and her heart suddenly felt a bit relieved.
From the first time she met Abigail, she didn't like the arrogant and untamed look about her.
Maybe they were just born to clash.
She enjoyed seeing any unsatisfactory look on her face, but over the years, Abigail's life had been too smooth.
It seemed nothing could bother her.
Whatever she wanted, she got.
Except for Travis, which left her with a bit of anticipation.
Seeing her cling to Travis every day shamelessly, Salma sometimes found it quite amusing.
She lacked the aloofness and reserve a lady of her stature should have, displaying ridiculous arrogance, possessiveness, senseless entanglement, and utterly shameless behavior.
