Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns

Chapter 442

Nancy's face darkened further upon hearing the new voice. She turned toward it. It really was that nuisance who sickened her the most! "None of your business!" she said harshly, rolling her eyes at him.

Her dislike of him was obvious.

"Come on, don't be so harsh, Nance. We haven't seen each other for so long. This is a great opportunity to catch up with each other..."

Stanley Jennings's eyes were fixed obsessively upon her.

"Don't call me that! You haven't earned that right!" Nancy yelled at him, her disgust growing. "Please just get as far away from me as you can. I don't want to see your face!"

Stanley frowned. "No matter what, we're still childhood friends. Why are you so put off by me, Nance?"

"Hah! Bullshit!" Nancy rolled her eyes so hard one could only see the whites.

"Don't make me sick! We were only neighbors!" she yelled. "Neighbors and childhood friends are two completely unrelated things!"

This nuisance had been trailing behind her like a persistent fly ever since they were kids. He always followed after her so he could bully her, which caused many fights between them back then. She'd finally managed to shake him off when she went abroad. However, she didn't think she'd run into him again today. How unlucky!

to leave, but she had barely taken a step before her arm

go of

off forcefully, but he was stronger than her. Not

have something to say to you! You

to hear

to escape his grasp. She quickly attempted to return to her private room, but Stanley chased after her

grab her again, a pair of slender hands intercepted him. They stopped him from touching a single hair

told you not to force women into doing something they don't want

dangerously beneath his gold-wire glasses. He squeezed Stanley's arm in one hand while keeping Nancy safely behind his back with the

drastically, and he broke out in a cold

I didn't force her into anything," he hurriedly explained.

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unpleasant to his ears. His grip on Stanley's

snap, they heard the

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afraid to cry out again. He could only bite down the pain and speak up in a small voice. "Mr. Murray, I