"Miss Delacour, what a coincidence." Tris looked at Fleur Delacour, whose delicate brows were raised in fury, and was utterly speechless.
The two of them really were destined to meet... Destined, my ass!
He had absolutely no desire to be destined to meet this chick. Sure, she had the prettiest face of any girl Tris had seen in either of his lives, but she had no boobs!
Tris still preferred a curvy figure...
Pah, pah, pah! That's not the point. The point is, I like people with good character. Yes, character. Tris insisted that he was not some shallow person who only cared about appearances.
"Yes, what a coincidence indeed." Pheobe sounded as though she were forcing the words through clenched teeth.
"Yes, Miss Delacour, you need to get ready to watch the match, don't you? I won't keep you, then. I've got something to do, so I'll be off." Looking at Pheobe, whose eyes were practically shooting flames, Tris decided that making a quick getaway was his best option.
"You're not going anywhere!" Pheobe stepped in front of Tris. "Did you think you could just get away with what happened before?"
"Come on, don't say things like that." Tris was speechless.
A beauty like Pheobe drew countless gazes wherever she went. Right now, for instance, at least thirty pairs of eyes were watching them, belonging to men and women alike.
After hearing Pheobe's words, the way they looked at Tris changed. Their gazes made it clear they saw him as a heartless scumbag who had abandoned a woman.
Tris felt thoroughly wronged.
He had indeed met Pheobe twice before, and they had fought both times, but she had been the one picking a fight! Tris had acted purely in self-defense. As for his methods being a little provocative, those