"Do you think that as long as I don't say 'I like you,' you can keep acting all ambiguous?"
"If you can, don't wipe my tears then!"
"If you can, just admit that it's because of Chloe that you don't hate me!"
Sierra Summers had cried before, but now it was simply venting. Her whole face was as pink as cherry blossoms. Not only that, but even her neck, nose, and ears were tinged with a layer of pink.
She glared at Caleb Sterling in a fit of desperation and bit his arm hard.
Through a layer of clothing, Sierra Summers bit down hard, filled with grievance and embarrassment.
Clearly, you know I like you, so why do you make a fool of me like this!
If you had let me leave, that would have been better!
How pathetic, Sierra Summers.
Sierra Summers bit and cried against Caleb Sterling's arm, sobbing.
Chloe Sterling stood there, dumbfounded, staring.
Caleb Sterling didn't even frown. He settled Sierra Summers on the sofa and then covered her frail body with his jacket.
