Chapter 473

Gloria never expected to run into The Eighteenth Line here. As their gazes intersect, she immediately sneers in disgust. The Eighteenth Line also retracts her hand, stands up, and apologizes to Gloria, saying, “I'm sorry.” Gloria, frowning, somehow finds her gaze forced onto The Eighteenth Line's stomach. She's wearing baggy clothes, not revealing anything substantial, but being very aware of these things, Gloria can vaguely tell that beneath the oversized clothes, The Eighteenth Line's waist seems a bit more filled out. She subconsciously clenches her fists. “Are you alright?” As soon as this familiar voice appeared, Gloria thought that Andrew was worried about her. Elated, she started to reply, “I'm not—" However, upon looking up, she sees Andrew shielding The Eighteenth Line, worry painting his face. Gloria's words were cut short, jealousy and frustration shooting directly to her head. Her eyes stung, her heart painfully bloated. This gaze should have been directed at her! This rela