As for the reason for the tension…
Henry Ronan withdrew his gaze, strolling forward leisurely, "Are you simply asking, or are you here to see the excitement?"
"I'm not here for the excitement, I..." Lucy Ansley refuted straightforwardly, but halfway through her words, she glanced aside and noticed the man's handsome face with a smile, seemingly teasing, seemingly mocking.
She furrowed her brows in frustration, unable to explain herself.
If it's not for the excitement, what is it?
If she spoke plainly, would it make her seem sinister?
At this time, the man led Lucy Ansley down a stone arch bridge, and to their left was a time-honored Cantonese dessert shop.
Under the awning at the door, there were a few small tables, with waitstaff smilingly attending to guests.
