The living room was lit with warm lights, casting a soft ambiance.
Lucy Ansley walked into the living room unhurriedly, standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking at the man reclining on the sofa with his eyes closed, she smiled and walked over.
She sat down sideways and saw Henry Ronan slightly frowning his thick eyebrows. She leaned towards him and asked, "Are you tired? Or feeling unwell?"
The man lifted his arm and draped it over her shoulder, letting out a deep "Mm."
What does "Mm" mean?
Lucy frowned, and then her shoulder sank as she was pulled tightly into Henry Ronan's embrace.
The sudden closeness allowed Lucy to easily catch the lingering smell of alcohol on the man.
Earlier, when they were talking upstairs, the distance was suitable, and all she could smell was her own post-bath fragrance.
Now that she was nestled in his arms, the smell of alcohol was naturally unmistakable.
Lucy brought her nose close to him and sniffed, the alcohol scent was strong.
