CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
His bottom lip slowly curved into a small, satisfied smile before turning into something else; a replica of a dangerous smirk.
"Your parents lives," he answered.
"Are you threatening me?" I asked, searching his gaze for a hint that he was joking.
He studied my gaze before chuckling, "Of course not. I don't do threats. Ease up, a little. I was only playing around,"
"Okay, you can play around with everything else, but never bring my parents into this," I paused," If there is nothing credible in it for me, then there is no need for me to say yes,"
"What if I told you the reason I actually want it?" He waged, stealing a glance at the Tawan by the vending machine with Ann by his side gulping down chunks of water.
"And what is that?" Of course my curiosity was peaked
