Betty's POV

I always had a weakness for pretty faces. It was a bit impulsive, but I wanted to express my gratitude towards him for helping, and besides, drinking alone was pretty depressing.

He was tall, his elegant brows knotted at my question contemplating if he replied or not. I felt his shoulder tense once I grabbed his wrist. Every nerve in his body was screaming to reject the crazy girl with mascara streaks, and honestly, I don't blame him.

I do look like a psychopath and he ...