"I'm already this miserable, and you're still mad at me." Finn Hawthorne wiggled his miserable-looking hands.
Faye Vaughn shot him a glare, but in the end, she considered the big picture and went with him for a check-up.
Her body was still very weak; she grew winded after just a few steps.
Seeing how frail she was, Finn Hawthorne's heart went out to her. "You should wait in the room. I'll be back soon."
Although it was unbearably itchy, he didn't think much of it.
It was just a prank from a jealous rival, and it was better for him to fall for it than Faye Vaughn.
Seeing his casual attitude, Faye Vaughn couldn't be bothered to say anything more. She returned to her room and lay down again.
'Sometimes men are so strange. They don't get angry when they should.'
'Serena Beckett did something like this, yet Finn Hawthorne didn't seem to care at all.'
'Did something major have to happen before he'd consider it a real "issue"?'
Faye Vaughn shook her head, unable to understand.
