"Ow! My hand—you're gonna break it! Tyron, are you out of your mind? I was just joking that day! Can't you take a joke? Seriously, holding a grudge over that? Let go!!"
The sharp pain shot straight to her heart, and Penelope's eyes welled up with tears.
Tyron loosened his grip slightly, his expression still cold. "You think you can sign up for a dating show behind my back and just walk away scot-free? What do you take our agreement for?"
Penelope froze.
She wanted to say, Well, that's just tough luck for you, huh?
But she held her tongue—because if she didn't, Tyron would actually lose his temper.
She had only agreed to the dating show two days ago when Qiaoqiao convinced her. How did Tyron find out so fast?
Figures. Nothing ever slipped past him.
Biting her lip, she forced herself
