Her fingers touched the bottle of hand sanitizer on the counter, and she grabbed it and hurled it at him. Abel dodged to the side, and the bottle smashed against the door.
Then came the mouthwash, the facial tissues...
She just kept grabbing whatever was at hand and throwing it at him, venting her own anger.
She was not only angry at him but also at herself!
Betty, oh Betty, what did you say initially?
This kind of man, you said you wouldn't even look at him.
And you even made a bet with him, and what happened? You lost completely...
"Idiot, big idiot!"
As she cursed while throwing, she was not scolding him but herself.
"Betty!"
Abel wiped the perfume splattered on his face, "I understand how you feel, and I know I'm not a good man, but... some things can't be controlled. Just like I've been trying hard to control myself, but I can't control my heart. It always wants to be close to you, and I can't help it."
