"Now you’re behaving like a pup."

"Who knows if I’m indeed a pup of five years old? I don’t remember anything." Arabella said stupid things to prove her point, to which Wylder scoffed.

"I will buy you a new phone if you will tell me your problem."

"What do you think I am? A gold digger?" She questioned him, getting offended. Wylder sighed, not knowing what he should do with this girl. She was stubborn. He knew that he had to find out about that problem on his own to solve it because she wasn’t going to tell him anything.

"You’re unnecessarily picking things to fight with me, Ara," Wylder...