Monique was unperturbed. She was dressed in a pink dress that complimented her alluring body. Her skin was fair and silky, her eyebrows arched like the moon, with her dark pupils glowing under.
Xavier wanted to say something, but he saw the glint in her eyes and caught off short. This was his first time seeing Monique with this look on. In the past, no matter how agitated she was, she would not speak up to him, as she would usually laugh it off and walk away. However, she seemed rather different today, a sense of coldness exuded from her, which scared Xavier off as he remained silent for a while.
“So, you really don’t believe that’s my car? Tell me, what would you do if that turns out to be mine?” Monique challenged him with a faint smirk. She knew nobody would believe her, she just wanted to lash out at Xavier for insulting her in the past, especially now that she was no longer renting here.
“Oh, stop the pretense. If that’s your car, I’ll call you ‘Grandmother’!” Xavier sneered mockingly. He would never believe that Monique was driving that car. Not in a million years! Impossible!
“I might not even want a grandson like you, but if you insist, I’ll allow you,” Monique answered him calmly. “Open your dog eyes wide and look closely,” she said with a mocking smirk.
Monique walked slowly toward the car. Xavier thought that she was still trying to keep up her act but too afraid to open the door so he followed behind her anyway.
“Aw, so you really can’t wait to be my grandson, eh?” Monique twitched his eyebrows and sneered coldly.
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