She sniffled, her watery eyes brimming and red.
"When you were crying in my arms just now, you didn't tell me to let go. Now that you're done using me, you want to just cast me aside?" Elliot Sheridan narrowed his eyes, staring straight into hers.
Georgia Thorne forcefully pushed him away with her small hands, but he easily caught one in his large palm, enveloping it completely. "I wasn't wrong to call you an ungrateful little thing. I come all the way to see you in the middle of the night, and you have the nerve to provoke me by saying there's another man in your house!"
"Hmm? Tell me, is this man of yours a ghost? How come I can't see him? If you, my ungrateful little thing, managed to chase me away, who would you have cried in the arms of?" Elliot pinched Georgia's chin and turned her face, forcing her to look directly at him.
Georgia was both embarrassed and agitated by Elliot's words.
