80: Our First Kiss

Fenella’s POV I still remained silent, refusing to answer. My heart was beating fast. Laird's interrogation that forced me to answer was something I didn't like. If he saw my facial expression, I knew he could easily guess my answer. Therefore, even though Laird kept asking, I still covered my face with my knees. "Hey, are you going to accept him?" Again and again, he forced me to answer. His taunting eventually disturbed me. I'm impatient and easily triggered by emotions. So, his voice, the way he manipulated words to persuade me, and his mischievous fingers twisting my loose hair now make me even more annoyed. "Stop it," I said irritably. "Tell me," he continued to persuade me. "Stop! I'm going to reject him!" Finally, my emotions exploded, and I exclaimed in frustration. "I've answered. Are you satisfied?" I glared at him, expressing my frustration. He simply remained silent. It seemed he was surprised by my answer. Laird's eyelids blinked, then he stared at me intently. Yes, I knew