When Bella Woods took out her phone, Tessa Sutton hurriedly grabbed her wrist.
"What's wrong?" Bella asked, puzzled.
Tessa smiled awkwardly and pushed Bella's phone back into her pocket. "I don't think there's any need to call about this."
"Why not?" Bella countered, "Since you said this was something the Third Young Master told you, you should just ask him directly."
Tessa licked her lips. "This is about showing emotional maturity. Generally, smart people don't ask the person involved so directly about these things.
How would you want the Third Young Master to respond? If you admit it, it might seem like you're overstepping.
If you don't admit it, then I can't explain myself properly."
Tessa's expression grew more serious as she spoke. "Bella, I think you're not careful enough about these things. You should change your mindset."
"I'm only 18," Bella suddenly interjected.
Tessa didn't understand, "What?"
