Lucy Ansley fell into deep thought, remaining silent for a long time.
Meanwhile, Henry Ronan calmly sipped his tea, his slightly lifted eyelids observing her over the rim of the cup.
After about half a minute, the young woman looked at the man and said straightforwardly, "Alright, I'll pay the rent."
A low, hoarse chuckle escaped Henry Ronan's lips, softening his distinct facial features, "Weren't you scared?"
Lucy Ansley calmly shook her head, "You must have your reasons for doing this, I trust you."
Her simple "I trust you," seemingly thoughtless, actually placed an invisible shackle of morality and trust on the man.
He was a gentleman and could not do anything unscrupulous.
