Hereafter, whenever Georgie Clementine felt miserable, her heart would churn like restless waves the moment she thought of what Henry Armstrong had said.

“Crazy.” Georgie was full of disdain.

“I won’t make fun of you anymore alright. Have you eaten yet?”

“Yeah.”

“What did you have?”

“Can’t you read my face? Can’t you sense that I have zero interest in talking to you?” Georgie raised her eyes again and glared at Henry frigidly.

“But I want to pay attention to you.”

“I want to play my gam