Viola Thompson took the flowers with both hands, "Thank you, Auntie."
A bouquet of flowers so large that it almost hid her face.
But the flowers couldn't hide her radiance.
"Auntie, I should be going now," Viola Thompson continued.
"Mm." Miyamoto Hoya nodded.
Holding the flowers, Viola turned and left.
Only Miyamoto Hoya and Miyamoto Hoya remained in the air.
Miyamoto Hoya looked at Miyamoto Hoya, about to open her mouth, but Miyamoto Hoya preempted her, "Auntie, I agree with what you said. Miss Thompson is indeed an extraordinary woman.Her company would be preferred as that of a friend rather than an enemy."
"Are you sincere?" asked Miyamoto Hoya, her eyes narrowing.
"Mm." Miyamoto also nodded.
Then Miyamoto Hoya asked, "And?"
She didn't believe Miyamoto Hoya just wanted to be friends with Viola.
"That's all." Miyamoto Hoya emphasized each word.
His first reaction to seeing other beautiful women was possessiveness.
Because of this, he had been with many women.