Lucy Ansley pursed her lips, not saying a word.
It wasn't about playing hard to get, it was mainly her heartbeat being too fast, making it hard to form sentences.
Dr. Ronan didn't say he liked her, yet his words and actions were filled with affection.
And those four words, "unable to control feelings," were actually more heart-stirring than simply liking.
Lucy Ansley deliberately turned her face away, thought for a few seconds, then softly said, "Could you give me some time to... think it over?"
"Sure." Henry Ronan raised his hand to gently brush the top of her head, "It's late, go back and sleep first."
Lucy Ansley sneaked a glance at him, saw no displeasure or anger, and then nodded and stood up.
The man didn't try to keep her, and his deep black eyes looked at the night sky, lost in thought.
Three seconds, or even less.
"I've made up my mind." Lucy Ansley walked to the kitchen door, stopped, and turned around, "I am willing."
