"Mr. Dawson, you must be joking. How could I possibly do that?" Miranda certainly wouldn't admit it.
Lawrence leaned in closer to her, a cold smile on his lips, his eyes fixed intently on her.
He didn't speak, but his gaze was already interrogating her.
Miranda, not as resilient as Lawrence, couldn't hold his gaze for more than five seconds. She lowered her head, nervously fiddling with the white chiffon of her dress.
Miranda thought, "Is he angry?"
Lawrence held her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Miss Larson, one must have a sense of responsibility. If you dare to act, you must dare to admit it."
Feeling looked down upon, Miranda frowned and pushed Lawrence's hand away.
She had nothing to hide. "Yes, I was toying with you!"
He was the one who had deliberately bullied her. S
