"Both of you, be quiet; you're giving me a headache," he snapped, massaging his temples.
"You can't reprimand her because you're interested in her too, right? I didn't know you were into desperate women. Seems like you have a low taste in women, Grantt."
"Wend... Yong!" he exclaimed in surprise as I slapped Wendy. Her face even tilted because of the force.
He quickly stepped between us and held me tightly around the waist to restrain me.
"What! Who are you to slap me?" the woman said coldly, giving me an angry glare.
"Yong, calm down, baby," he whispered to me, but I couldn't calm myself.
Now that I was sure that Grantt truly loved me, I wasn't afraid for this woman to know the truth.
"Who am I? You called me a desperate and low-class woman, didn't you? And what are you to Grantt?"
