After finishing, she didn't call him.
She placed one portion on the dining table and took another portion to eat on the opposite side.
Halfway through eating, the man came in to pour coffee, not lifting his eyelids, he filled the coffee and was about to leave.
Tracy glanced at the breakfast prepared for him on the table, the sandwich was about to get cold, she bit her lip, still mustering the courage to call him, "…Mr. Han, I made breakfast, would you like some…"
Lorraine Hanson's footsteps paused slightly, he turned around, saw the breakfast on the table, his sword-like brows furrowed slightly, contemplated for a moment, then turned and left.
The woman shrugged, not caring too much, she stood up and pulled back the breakfast.
