——Justin isn't really an outsider either.
Henry Ronan's Adam's apple bobbed, a playful smile forming on his lips, "Seems like you used to have a good relationship with Justin Yates?"
"It was okay." Lucy Ansley reminisced about the recent moment of 'holding hands', distractedly replying, "We just learned piano together for a few years, more familiar than strangers."
The man seemed to be weighing the truth of her words.
After all, the way she and Justin acted at the banquet, simply describing it as "more familiar than strangers" seemed insufficient.
Henry only drank half a bowl of honey water, then leaned back in his chair, fingers pinching his brow with a slight frown.
Lucy, always attentive to him, inquired upon noticing, "Does your head hurt?"
"I'm fine." The man lowered his eyelids, pressing his temple hard with the pads of his fingers, "It's getting late, you..."
"Shall I give you a massage?"
For the first time, Lucy took the initiative to interrupt Henry.
