Chapter 122

Yarely saw that the young man was clever and quite the looker; it was no wonder Yvonne held him in such high regard. Though she came from a prestigious background, Yarely was down-to-earth and reached out her slender hand in greeting.

Elio took her hand gently, noticing it was soft but oddly cold. Something felt off, and he hesitated to let go.

Yarely's eyes flashed with a chill, and her pretty face turned sour. She yanked her hand away and huffed, "Enjoying yourself, huh? Feels great to keep holding on, doesn't it?"

Yvonne frowned, upset at Elio. She thought he was too focused on looks and not respectful enough, considering Yarely was only shaking hands because of her. However, Elio just would not let go.

Yvonne always stood up for Elio, no matter what trouble he got into. "Yarely, you've got it all wrong. He's just a kid, not at all what you're thinking."

"What kid? He's big and strong!" Yarely snapped back, warning her friend, "Yvonne, don't be fooled by this guy. Stay away fro