I'm not sure why Arthur lied to me earlier, but the reality is that I don't want him to cut his hair.

I just can't bear the thought of Arthur's hair falling off. "Seriously! "What gives you such a solemn expression?" Arthur was questioning me as he drove the car straight to the barbershop.

I continued frowning, wrapping my hands around my tummy and peering at my front.

I really don't want to answer Arthur right now because I'm planning a means to keep Arthur from cutting his hair.

"Why are you not answering me?" Mister handsome questioned me once again.

His inquiry is currently making me irritated with myself....