After downing a cup of tea, Lucy Ansley noticed that she was frequently getting distracted in front of the man, which seemed quite impolite.
She forcibly suppressed the whimsical thoughts in her mind, pretended to be calm, poured a cup of tea, and continued the conversation, "Cooking doesn't interfere with playing the piano, and... I haven't played in a long time. Today I just tried because my hands itched."
Henry Ronan sipped his tea lazily, leaning back in his chair, "You don't need to worry about these chores. The chef and housekeeper will come by regularly."
Lucy Ansley nodded lightly, indicating she understood.
The two didn't talk further but sat quietly opposite each other, sipping tea and pondering.
Lucy Ansley hadn't felt there was any issue. If it weren't for the phone vibrating beside her, she wouldn't have re-evaluated her seat.
The phone on her right was Henry Ronan's.
Lucy Ansley glanced at it and hurriedly picked it up to hand it over, "Your call."
