“Eh?”
The plan of making Ghrae submissive to her was already in the process in Coley’s head that she could not wait to witness the result. The image of Ghrae being pinned down on bed with her sexy eyes staring at her pleadingly could not be removed from Coley’s head that she just wanted to place her hand over her mouth as she would laugh smugly, though she could not since the woman that she was imagining was literally sitting right across her and eating her vanilla ice cream innocently.
That was what should have happened—Coley celebrating internally for having her plan work in winning over Ghrae, but then Ghrae was not an ordinary woman that Coley could just easily read. After what Ghrae said as if it was the simplest thing to say to a stranger, Coley blinked more than five times
