Lucy Ansley stayed motionless in the man's embrace, breaking away from the norm, feeling inevitably tense and uneasy.
In reality, the hug wasn't tight, nowhere near the level of cheek-to-cheek intimacy.
But for two people with nothing between them, it was already an unprecedented development.
"Why aren't you speaking?" Henry Ronan's warm palm continued to gently pat Lucy Ansley's arm, exuding a silent comforting power.
Lucy Ansley snapped out of her daze, looking at the man whose eyes held a smile and tenderness, unconsciously relaxed her nerves, handing over most of her body's weight into his arms.
She adjusted her posture, gripped his fingers saying, "I didn't want to not speak, it's just... a bit unexpected you returned so soon."
Henry Ronan lowered his handsome face, glancing at the girl's slightly raised corner of the mouth, his Adam's apple subtly shifting.
