"Why do you draw the boundaries between us so clearly? As a friend, it's natural for me to help you. Moreover, it's just a piece of cake to me!" Wilson frowned. Her words grated on his nerves.
Alina laughed. "But we are not friends, aren't we?"
Wilson's face darkened. He never would have expected that in her heart, she didn't even regard him as a friend.
He was speechless with anger.
Wilson fidgeted with the teaspoon in his hand, and he drank a sip of the coffee. Wilson's face grimaced from the bitter taste of the coffee. Since young, he hated bitter-tasting food and drinks. Normally, he would add sugar to his coffee, but today, he forgot because he was so agitated by this woman. Her words managed to affect him so badly. The bitter aftertaste from the coffee lingered on his tongue.
