Leila Bennett stared intently at Henry Ronan, feeling that his words were both profound and undeniably frank.
"Mr. Ronan..." Leila held a delicate floating cup in both hands and said solemnly, "If you both have mutual feelings, I will naturally be happy for you. Frankly, I am an outsider and have no right to question your position. But please understand, when it comes to Lucy, I cannot sit idly by."
"No problem." Henry leaned back against his chair, as graceful as ever, "If it were her, she would do the same for you."
The man's mature nature would never allow him to fuss over such a matter.
Moreover, it was indeed his own doing initially, with ulterior motives, which anyone would find abnormal, especially Leila who always stood by Lucy.
