Chapter 1297

James said with a helpless sigh, "Chubs, listen. I've never dated anyone before, and I've never really hung out with girls either. So, I honestly have no idea why you're mad. Can't you just tell me what I did wrong so that I can at least understand?" James' friendship with Grace and Hazel was so tight that he did not see them as women, treating them as one of the guys instead. Abigail pouted as she sat there, quietly sulking. After a moment, she cast a wounded glance at James and said, "That woman asked you to grab that book as an excuse. She was just trying to hit on you." "No way," James said, shaking his head. "Someone like her isn't my type at all." "But she likes you," Abigail shot back. She pointed toward the table where the woman had been sitting. The thick copy of The History of Western Civilization was still sitting there, untouched. Abigail remarked, "See that? She never even opened it. That book is full of complicated academic language. She didn't even know what she w