Henry Ronan slowly put down his coat, casually rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his forearms, and walked up to Lucy Ansley, his voice low and gentle, "Just one meeting, and you could already see the temperament and demeanor, hmm?"
Lucy looked up at him, eyes wide, always feeling there was some rare displeasure hidden in the man's gentle tone.
It wasn't obvious, making it hard to clearly distinguish.
"I'm not that curious, just wanted to know." She leaned back, holding two of Henry's fingers and shaking them slightly, "Are he and Eva... boyfriend and girlfriend?"
The last few words were a bit muddled when Lucy spoke.
If they were boyfriend and girlfriend, the aura between them... not only lacked the sparks of lovers, but was instead filled with a silent tension, extremely bizarre.
Lucy wasn't someone who liked meddling in other people's business, and rarely did she become overly interested in others' affairs.
