"A love song?" Rhys Quinn murmured those two words, his fair face suddenly flushing red. "No, it's not. What are you talking about?"
"Was I wrong?" Naomi Kenway smiled nonchalantly. "It's very beautiful." She gave him a thumbs-up in praise.
Rhys Quinn lowered his head, his eyes downcast, and said nothing. He looked extremely awkward.
Rhys Quinn wasn't old, but he carried himself with a mature, serious air. It was rare for Naomi to catch a glimpse of such awkwardness and shyness on his face, and for some reason, she found it fascinating.
Rhys looked so lovestruck and bashful. Not wanting to embarrass him by pointing it out, Naomi changed the subject. "So, what now? Is there anything else you need my help with?"
Rhys Quinn's mind was a mess. The moment she'd called him out, his heart had started pounding. 'I'm pathetic,' he cursed himself internally. 'I already decided to cut off these improper fantasies, so why...?'
He frowned deeply, a hint of melancholy on his face.
