"Keep quiet!"
Dante chuckled and pinched her cheeks, amused by her adorableness. How could she be so cute when she's jealous? The question arose in his head as he continued to rub her hair. From the start to finish, his eyes never strayed away from her.
Merry noticed it and was jealous that this man was not hers and was being intimate with another woman.
She scrutinized the recipient of his gentle touch and turned sour. For a brief moment, the feeling of admitting defeat brushed over her mind, which she dispersed instantly as Dante's appeal surpassed all the men she met so far. She assumed the shy persona as she always when being in front of a handsome man. Tucking her hair, she spoke coyly, "Miss must be wrong. I was looking at the cars, trying to guess if your entourage is from the army?"
Arianne could almost see Annette's shadow on her. Upon remembering this, she didn't have a good face or temper to spare.