"Back then, the one who chased after me like a dog—now you want to be someone’s dance partner? Too bad, no one’s interested."
Kinley had never respected Jeremy, and she certainly couldn’t tolerate his defiance now.
A lapdog could only ever remain a lapdog.
Her words were sharp and cutting.
Jeremy’s face remained impassive, and the embarrassment and disappointment that had only appeared in front of Carla were quickly hidden: "So what? I didn’t want to be your dance partner anyway."
Even if he had been rejected, at least it was by Carla.
And that was something Jeremy was more than willing to accept.
Hearing this, Kinley’s anger flared.
But Jeremy didn’t pay her any mind. He brushed past her, his voice low, just enough for the two of them to hear: "Kinley, if Andrew ever finds
