"So?" Lorraine Hanson raised an eyebrow, took the last puff of his cigarette, and smirked.
"So..." She sat back down, this time straddling him, her alluring gaze capturing him. "So don't use your 'playboy' ways as an excuse for me."
As she spoke, she kissed him again on the cheek, her fingers caressing his strong chin, admiring the man's handsome features.
Lorraine Hanson smiled silently, flicked the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and draped his arms over the back of the sofa, remaining quiet.
Grace Parker watched him, sighed softly, and hooked her arms around his neck, saying, "Mr. Hanson, have you ever liked anyone? Even just a little?"
She had asked this question many times, but he never gave her a clear answer.
The man chuckled, and just when Grace Parker thought he wouldn't respond directly, he suddenly said, "No."
