Mary Scott initially had red eyes from crying, and now, agitated by David Locke, her eyes became even redder as she glared hatefully at him.
David Locke wasn't intimidated at all; rather, he found her adorably fierce and patted her cheek with his big hand. "Okay, don't be angry. You don't need to worry about my parents. I'll handle it."
"How will you handle it? By being thrown out by them!" Mary Scott was unreserved in her anger.
David Locke thought of how he'd nearly bumped his nose from being kicked out by his own father, and instinctively touched his nose tip. "You saw that? Little girl, not listening and eavesdropping, huh?"
"Don't change the subject." Mary Scott felt awkward and her imposing manner decreased significantly.
"Okay, not changing the subject. You saw it today. They can't decide my affairs, and even less our affairs. Don't be afraid." David Locke said as he leaned down, intending to kiss the corners of her reddened eyes.
