Thomas Fisher's embrace was so warm, and the words he just spoke were so sweet. Alice Turner wanted to just stay in his arms and listen to his sweet talk.
But she couldn't do that. She was a married woman, and her husband was his best friend.
"Mr. Fisher! I think you misunderstood what I just said. The liking I mentioned is not the type of affection you understood. I meant the kind of liking between ordinary friends." Alice Turner pushed the man holding her away, her pretty large eyes looking calmly at him, speaking in a very polite tone, maintaining a very detached attitude.
Thomas Fisher looked unblinkingly at the woman who suddenly changed her demeanor. There was no trace of a smile on his face now—only inquiry and disappointment. "The kind of liking between ordinary friends? I don't believe it. If it's just ordinary friendship, then why when I kissed you just now, you mmm..."
