Lynette Moreland felt a bit uncomfortable, for the first time realizing how strong Max Davies' presence was.
Max pointed his chin at a milk tea placed in the storage compartment, "I bought it for you."
In her thirties, Lynette Moreland still loved milk tea, a drink with no nutritional value, just like many young girls.
She looked over; it was the brand of milk tea she liked, which usually required queuing for a long time to buy. This was not the first time Max had bought milk tea for her; she hadn't thought much about it before, but now she suddenly felt he was very considerate towards her.
Lynette inserted the straw and took a sip; it was still hot.
"How long did you queue to get this?"
"Not long," Max replied casually.
"Max, I want to ask you a question, can you answer me truthfully?" Lynette asked, gazing steadily at his handsome profile.
Max: "Go ahead."
"Do you like me?" Lynette paused, adding a sentence: "Like a man likes a woman."
