Lucy Ansley did her best to ignore the phone vibrating, not wanting to check it in front of Henry Ronan.
Mainly because these two hadn't met yet, and Leila Bennett always showed a clear bias against men.
If not handled properly, it could easily lead to unpleasantness between the parties.
At this moment, the astute Henry Ronan also did not miss the phone's sudden lit screen and the ongoing vibrations.
He pressed his thin lips together, his jawline showing a slightly tense arc, "What have you been up to at home today?"
"Huh?" Lucy Ansley looked up at the handsome face close at hand, "Nothing much, just been reading since I came back from the pottery studio in the afternoon."
Henry Ronan lowered his gaze, the depths of his dark eyes filled with unfathomable profundity, "How was the pottery class?"
Lucy Ansley pondered for a few seconds, then gave a very fair evaluation, "Pretty good, the throwing effect was better than last time."
"Still want to continue learning?"
