Chantelle scoffed "Mr. Lloyd, I never thought you were this kind of person."

Andrew was getting irritated too. "What kind of person am I? I glanced at you once—not even on purpose—and you want to hit me?"

Chantelle's eyes reddened as she bit back angrily, "I'm not talking about that! I'm talking about when we were underwater! Why did you risk your life like that? You shielded me from that hot spring water… Do you know you could have died?"

This sudden outburst and accusation left Andrew completely bewildered. "Ms. Garcia, are you… crying?"

Chantelle pulled her hand back, gritting her teeth, and raised it again to slap Andrew's face.

Andrew thought that if she wanted to hit him, so be it. She had been through life and death with him, which could not have been easy. But surprisingly, the delicate hand stopped just in front of his face.

What had been fierce aggression transformed into gentle tenderness mixed with careful concern as she softly caressed Andrew's cheek. "Mr. Llo