William Griffith's eyebrows knit together, "But you ignored me and didn't talk to me."
"I was playing chess." She turned to look at him, finding it funny in her heart.
William cupped her delicate face, speaking with domineering jealousy, "You chatted with another man all afternoon."
"He's your grandfather!" Cherish Turner exclaimed, unable to endure his jealousy.
William didn't care and stubbornly said, "I want compensation, kiss me for one minute."
Cherish's face flushed slightly, her voice softening, "It's not good if others see us."
"There's no one here."
She retreated a step, "I'll kiss you when we go back."
"No! It has to be now!" William's stubborn expression looked like a child who couldn't get any candy.
She glanced at the tightly closed door, wondering if someone would come. Hesitating with pursed lips, she heard him impatiently say, "Hurry up! If you don't kiss me now, I'll kiss you for ten minutes!"
