Lucy Ansley gazed wistfully at Henry Ronan and shook her head saying, "No."
She wasn't feeling unwell, yet her heart was racing intensely.
Especially when facing the man's deep eyes filled with concern, that feeling became even more intense.
Henry Ronan sat leisurely, rolling up his sleeves, while his seemingly all-seeing eyes remained fixed on Lucy Ansley, "If you're uncomfortable, speak up. Remember, don't always try to soldier through things, okay?"
The tone of the man's words was light and gentle, appearing either as a reminder or a form of indulgence, lacking some of the usual preachiness.
Lucy Ansley suspected she might really be quite ill; instead of calming her heart, Dr. Ronan's words only intensified her reactions.
She nodded and said, "Okay."
This breakfast was tasteless for Lucy Ansley; she didn't understand what was wrong with her.
Just seeing Dr. Ronan made her feel anxious.
These emotions were very unfamiliar, making her feel completely lost.
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