Chapter 106 Poor Simon Finch

When Dante Thorne had leaned in so close to her hair that he was practically by the side of her ears, Elena Caldwell asked in annoyance, “Wh-What are you doing?”

Dante Thorne said, “I smell jealousy. Do you smell it too? It seems like the green-eyed monster has taken over you. The smell is overbearing!”

“I-I’m not jealous! Don’t talk nonsense!”

Elena Caldwell’s pretty face felt so hot that even he