— I don't want her to not have a mother either.
Such a straightforward sentence, yet it stirred up an inexplicable unease within Henry Ronan.
This emotion came suddenly and disappeared quickly within his chest.
Not resistant, but intensely unfamiliar.
The man's pupils slightly contracted, and his deep gaze fell on Lucy Ansley's face, as if trying to discern something.
"Dr. Ronan?" Lucy couldn't understand his profound expression and called out with a slight frown.
She had never seen Dr. Ronan in this state, with a certain vague feeling suspended between warmth and aloofness, making him elusive.
Henry Ronan raised his hand to pinch his brow, collected his exposed emotions, and quickly returned to his refined demeanor of "gentleman like jade, warm to the touch."
