Hunter's face had no expression as he manipulated the wheelchair, wanting to leave.
Leah quickly stood behind the wheelchair and said, "Mr. Reid, let me take you back."
As soon as the words fell, she heard a cold and icy voice.
"Get lost."
Leah still thought she had misheard, standing in place without realizing it.
It was not until the sound of the wheelchair had disappeared for a long time that anger gradually stained her face.
Her fist clenched tightly, her chest trembling violently, she had never experienced such humiliation before. How dare Hunter treat her like this!
On such a night, when he bumped into her and both of them appeared in front of a painting, shouldn't he have felt a connection?
Damn it! This Hunter really doesn't play by the rules!
Leah returned angrily to her
