As she finished speaking, the two men present were stunned.
The joy in Scott Sterling's eyes was practically overflowing. His white ears and tail popped out, and he began wagging it happily, not caring in the slightest that Finn Shepherd was present.
That lone white tail looked like it wanted to turn into a propeller and lift him into the air.
On the other hand, it was a completely different story for Finn Shepherd, who had just been thoroughly rejected.
His head was hung low, his swollen, numb hand gripping the pattern on his cane. His voice was low. "I understand. I won't bother you again."
With that, Finn Shepherd silently turned and left, not daring to look at Gina Gable's expression again.
He was afraid of seeing even deeper disgust and contempt on her face.
TAP, TAP, TAP.
As the cane tapped against the floor, the tip of Scott Sterling's tail wagged even more excitedly.
