But upon hearing the words "being bullied," she felt like she was extremely weak in his eyes, always prone to being bullied.
She explained, "I'm not interested in giving speeches on stage, nor do I have any obsession with it. I prepared the speech to repay my teacher's kindness. Besides, I'm not that easily bullied by others."
Keane Lowell glanced at the speech held tightly in her hands, "Let me have a look."
Claire Prescott avoided his outstretched hand, hid the manuscript behind her, and shook her head at him, "No, you can't."
"What's written that you won't show me?"
"My glorious history and some formal platitudes." Claire Prescott evaded him, and then casually tossed the folded manuscript into the trash can.
Keane Lowell saw her teasing but didn't force her.
After all, her visible honors were all known to him.
Her college entrance exam score, competition results, various awards, and research achievements—all were familiar to him.
