He flatly denied it.
"Is that so?" she drawled.
"What's there to like about you? Sure, you're pretty, but it's not like I haven't seen women who are prettier." He denied it, but his explanation was suspiciously detailed.
'That explanation was completely unnecessary!'
"Alright, if you say you don't like me, then you don't."
Stella Lockwood smiled, but inwardly, she was more certain than ever. 'If he didn't like me, he never would have shown up at my car crash in my past life, much less sought revenge on my behalf. He wouldn't have helped my family so much, and he definitely wouldn't be wasting his breath on me now.'
'He must have a reason for not showing it. In my past life, right up until I died, he never entered my life, yet he was always protecting me from the shadows. In this life, I became his wife, but he's still intentionally playing hot and cold, keeping his distance.'
