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Chapter 217 No Interest in You

Chapter 217 No Interest in You

“Lily!”

It was the first une Simon had been humiliated like this There was no way he was going to let it slufe

He called after her, but when she didn’t even slow down, he stormed forward and blocked her path, his face dark with anger.

“You peeked at me in the bathroom… How can you be so shameless?”

Lily had no time to waste with Simon. She needed to find someone to help catch these men. She glared at him and shoved him hard.

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“Can you take your brain with you when you leave the house next time? When did I ever peek at you the bathroom! I was being chased by some dangerous people. I climbed down from the fourth floor to the third. I was so busy getting through that window, I didn’t have time to care about your personal business! And with that ridiculous face and your total lack of sense, there’s nothing worth looking at. Even if you paid me to look. I wouldn’t bother!”

There was nothing worth looking at….

Simon’s face darkened a shade deeper.

Was she implying he wasn’t… developed?

Back in school, he’d used the bathroom with plenty of his classmates. He was definitely more developed than most of them. Was she blind?

“Move!”

Before he could even recover from the shame and fury, Lily shoved him again with such force that he nearly stumbled into the hallway wall.

“Stop blocking people’s way!”

“Lily!”

Simon’s temple. Her arrogant, unbending

reaction after supposedly

so tightly that his knuckles cracked. He inhaled sharply and said through gritted teeth, “You saw

What explanation did he want? She seriously suspected he was

she should be worried about her IQ

unreasonable tantrum, she gripped his shirt an against the

ammed him

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the hell are you trying to

Simou stillened.

to suddenly shove him against the

some stupid reason, he’d unbuttoned the top three Inttons of his shirt something

a grip on his shirt, most of his

his chest, a faint blush

someone had hung a neon

suddenly felt unbearably hot. His mouth was dry, his

of his usual icy demeanor. Even with a sullen face, he didn’t look

defensive. “Grabbing a man’s clothes out of nowhere–have you no

“A man?”

burst

again. “An idiot with no brain counts as

let me make something clear. I didn’t look at your body. I’m not the least bit interested in your scrawny physique. Why the hell would I want to look? You and John can go play your weird little two–on- one with Elsa all you want–just don’t come at me with your brain–dead, senseless crap. And definitely stop showing up in front

could feel his

on his body that were definitely not lacking

with the “two–on–one with Elsa”

kind of feelings for Elsa like that. How could he possibly share her with

was anyone who stirred up any thoughts like