"Mister Lucas!" Mia snapped harshly. She patted her chest while glaring at the man who was chuckling and questioned, "Do you think this is funny, Mister Lucas?" She asked with a trace of anger in her voice. Just now she almost felt her heart leap out of her chest.
"No, but I think your response is kind of funny," Lucas chuckled. "You are looking so scared, as if you are the next person who will be targeted. Who was the one who stubbornly insisted on going back home on her own? Where did that courage go?"
In response to his teasing, Mia only glared at him without saying anything. Oh, this man was annoying.
"Are you giving me the silent treatment now?" Lucas glanced at the woman who sat beside him. "My, this is not nice. I am just trying to look out for you, sweetheart."
Mia unclenched her jaw and stated through gritted teeth, "I am not your sweetheart, Mister Lucas. Please refrain from calling me in such a way. It's either Miss Wills or Miss Mia to you."
