Bryson looked at her and sneered, "It's only now that you know to guard against me, don't you think it's too late?"
Betty stared at him, and before long, her pretty face turned pale, "You can't do this, bastard!"
"Why? Don't you like a bastard?" Bryson continued to refute.
"You ... To me, I would never like a bastard. I like a gentleman." Betty retorted in an even worse tone.
Bryson squinted, in the dark carriage, his eyes were still as sharp as ever, "So, you have a man you like?"
Theobald's face appeared in Betty's mind, she thought, "I don't like him, I just admire him! Because he really fits her bill."
When she raised her eyebrows she immediately blurted out, "Yes!"
Bryson's face looked especially tense and unsightly under the dim blue light. He never thought that this woman wou
