"Hey, Seraphina Ashworth, what's wrong with a hug? You're so heartless." Who else could it be but Ashlyn Paige? That fiery, passionate voice was unmistakable.
Feeling Ashlyn Paige's resentful gaze fixed on her, Seraphina Ashworth smiled mischievously. "If you hug me, won't your man get jealous?"
At Seraphina Ashworth's teasing, a blush-like expression flashed across Ashlyn Paige's stunning face, but it only lasted for a few seconds. Then, she was back to her usual brazen self. "Whether he gets jealous or not is none of my business!"
"Is that so?" Seraphina Ashworth raised an eyebrow, her expression full of disbelief.
Ashlyn Paige swayed her slender waist and sauntered over to Seraphina Ashworth's side, retorting teasingly, "If anyone's going to get jealous, it'll be your man!"
"Mm-hmm, my man does get jealous, which is all the more reason I can't let you hug me," Seraphina Ashworth said with utter seriousness, making Ashlyn Paige feel like she was about to cough up blood.
