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She admired his logical deduction.
"I didn't say anything."
"But you think it." Henson put down his fork, "So, Miss Evans, why don't you like me? Am I not persistent or considerate to you or not strong enough in bed?"
Wendy blushed once again. "Do you feel bad if you don't mention that night?"
"Hiss. Why do you blush whenever I mention that night? Tell me honestly, are you often imagining the dirty things behind my back?"
"What nonsense are you saying! I was so drunk at that night. I can hardly remember anything, OK?"
"So, do you need me to help you to recall it?"
Henson then stood up and walked to her.
Wendy threw her fork away and immediately jumped away from the small coffee table to avoid him.
"Henson. If you keep on doing this, then you should leave my house immediately
