She hid her hands behind her as she spoke.
He needed her fingerprint to enter her house. She was afraid Vincent would grab her hand, force her to open the door, and take away everything her mother had left her!
“Don’t be like that. Who’s going to look after you if not me? Why don’t you open the door and invite me in?”
The last thing she wanted was for him to enter her house!
Venomous snake!
Without a second thought, she pressed the button to call the elevator. When the doors opened, she stepped into it.
Vincent said nothing.
When she saw that he had not moved, Rachel was suddenly worried that he would find a locksmith. She dragged him into the elevator with her.
“Damn! Why are you so savage, woman? No man would want you like this!”
“I don’t need you to want me! Worry about your own f*cking self!”
Vincent was starting to get pissed off. “You have the mouth of a sailor! Don’t you know what that word means?!”
“I don’t give a rat’s a**!” Rachel was not interested in what he had to say at all. She closed the elevator door and pressed the button for the ground floor.
Even though Vincent had every intention of taking back his mother’s belongings, he wouldn’t do something drastic like picking her lock.
And although Rachel was completely aware of this, she still felt uneasy with him there and hurriedly sent him away.
Rachel ignored all proprieties and dragged Vincent by the arm when they reached the ground floor.
Instead of struggling and pulling away, he followed and smiled amicably, “You must be head over heels for me, huh? Are you trying to stake your claim by having everyone see us holding hands?”
“Get lost! I wouldn’t get with you even if you were the last man on earth!”
“Last man on earth?! You know what? The feeling’s mutual!” Vincent ground his teeth in anger. This woman was really something else!
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