"Is he that bad?" Sylas's voice was gentle and mellow.
Violet's watery eyes locked on him. She raised her hand and touched his cheeks.
Violet then nodded her head aggressively.
"He is really bad. I don't like him anymore," she loudly expressed.
Then, she pouted her lips. "But he is also nice to me. He takes care of me and solves all the problems for me. Ugh! I don't want to think of him anymore."
Violet shook her head as if trying to ward off all the thoughts related to Sylas.
"You're a fool," Sylas commented, "you shouldn't trust those who are nice to you without a reason. They are out to be the worst."
Violet frowned. She placed her palm on his lips, shutting him up. Sylas's eyes widened a little in surprise.
She then chided, "You are not allowed to speak bad of him. Got it? Only I can complain."
Sylas stared at her without moving.
The creases between her brows deepened, showing her anger.
The corner of Sylas's eyes curved up. He nodded.
