"Oh." Lucy Ansley relaxed her brows knowingly. "It's fine if you don't come. Just give me the address, I can take a taxi there."
Turning back from Zenith Tower to pick her up from school would inevitably be a detour and a waste of time.
It's not like she can't go out on her own.
"It's no trouble. The dining location is already set near your school."
Lucy Ansley wanted to say something more, but then the phone in the man's pocket rang.
He answered the call, stood up, walked to the small garden, and took the pack of cigarettes from the tea table.
Lucy Ansley gazed into the dim sky at that tall and upright figure, her eyes tender, and she smiled gently.
That evening, she kept thinking about finding an opportunity to inquire about Henry Ronan's ex.
But after dinner, the man went to the study, seemed quite busy.
