Lucy Ansley said she wasn't hot, yet she pretended to drink tea to cover her flushed cheeks, trying to appear less embarrassed.
Henry Ronan noticed her embarrassment, naturally he wouldn't expose it, but the smile in his eyes was unabated.
Though Henry didn't have experience in love, he excelled in his keen perceptiveness, especially in managing Lucy Ansley's emotions, he was quite adept.
After a moment of ambiguous silence, Lucy thought she had composed herself, but unbeknownst to her, the moment she met the man's gaze, she blurted out a lie, "I'm... going to the restroom."
Henry's smile deepened, his slender fingers pressed the call button on the table corner.
The door opened, and the service manager respectfully asked what he needed.
The man looked at Lucy, motioning with his mouth, "Let him take you there."
Lucy walked out with her head down, and only when she was out of Henry's sight did she pat her cheeks with both hands, taking deep breaths to calm herself.
