Her tone was warm and her words were harsh.
The implication was that she was using him.
So she added, "I just want to make use of you."
After saying that, she looked out of the window with a cold face, observing his reaction from the corner of her eyes.
Would he be angry?
Although it was inevitable to make use of each other in life, it was still hurtful to say it out loud.
But she didn't want to give him any hope, so it was better to make it clear as soon as possible.
Sure enough, it was quiet in the car for a long time.
Then she heard a chuckle. "I welcome you to use me. You'd better use me for a lifetime."
Speechless, Myra looked at him in surprise. His bright brown ey
oesn't want to hurt you, and he knows that uncle Milo won't agree, so... "
"That's enough!" All of a sudden, Olson interrupted them in a loud voice. Then, with a gloomy face, he stood up and said, "Myra, come with me."
Then he walked to the study. It was not until a moment later that Myra withdrew her gaze from Lydia's face. She pursed her lips and followed him.
When she passed by Marilyn, Myra suddenly stopped, turned around and gave her a cold look.
Her glance was like a king looking down at a sinner.
Marilyn felt that her eyes were as sharp as knives, as if they were going to pierce her. She trembled with guilt and lowered her head.
Glancing at her, Myra entered the study.