Chapter 221 Might As Well Let It All Burn

• She shrugged. “So we each do our own thing and stay out of each other’s way, right? You can’t let the officials set fires and ban the people from lighting lamps.”
• Mr. Heathcliff hooked a finger under her chin, glaring like he wanted to bite. He didn’t explode. Instead, sarcasm slid across his face. “You jealous?”
• She smirked, eyes flashing with mockery. “Mr. Heathcliff, I’ve said it—if you were the last man on Earth, I still wouldn’t fall for you. I’m serious. You don’t fit my standards in a partner. I’m practical. I don’t waste feelings.”