Elina took one towel from the rack and threw it at him. Aiden removed the towel from his face and looked at her with smiling eyes. Because of her crying, the eyes had almost bulged out like two lollipops.
"You are not a used towel. Even if you are, then I don't mind reusing it…" Aiden declared.
"What? What did you say? Did you just agree with me that I am a used towel? Are you kidding me? You dare say such a thing on my face!"
She tried to slam the door on his face but Aiden held it hard and pushed open it even more. He walked towards her briskly with steady steps and said,
"Yes, you are a used towel. You are fatty. You are very much ugly. But I like you however you are!"
"Fatty? Ugly?? You… you are… so...unbelievable! Did you just call me fatty and ugly? Get out, get out from here…"
