Lucy Ansley walked to the dining room without thinking much.
Behind her, Henry Ronan's eyes followed her with interest, his fingertips rubbing against each other, the corners of his lips curving in a meaningful way.
For the first time, she appeared before him dressed in a bathrobe. Not a surprising event, probably due to the smell of the puppy's nest sticking to her clothes.
But such actions at least indicate she's slowly adapting to "cohabitation" life.
She no longer cares about whether her attire is proper, rather she has a relaxed and casual at-home vibe.
...
Twenty minutes later, Lucy finished her meal and returned to the living room.
Meanwhile, Henry stood in the garden outside the window, smoking, his white shirt contrasting against the deep ink of the night.
Lucy glanced a few times and then sat on the sofa waiting for him.
Today, the signs of emotional detachment syndrome emerged, probably scaring Miss Ruan, so she should at least explain a bit to Dr. Ronan.
