"Who said I'm fooling around? Do I even know you?"
At Yara Quillan's words, Henry Lester stopped in his tracks.
Seeing Henry Lester's hand still on her shoulder, Yara Quillan's brow furrowed deeper. She then heard his low voice beside her, "I'm Henry Lester."
"..." Yara Quillan froze, only to be pulled tightly into Henry Lester's embrace. "Baby, stop fooling around, okay?"
The pain was back.
Yara Quillan hated this uncontrollable heartache. She stomped on Henry Lester's foot, shoved the man holding her away with all her might, then pointed at him and roared, "I told you, I don't know you! Stop following me, or I won't be so polite!"
After her outburst, Yara Quillan ran back toward the hotel. 'She must have been out of her mind to impulsively run down here.'
"Six years ago, we were about to get married."
