"Mr. Twain, what smells good?"
"Tea… As well as…." Feeling Sophia's intent gaze at him with her head tilted, Tang En silently cleared his throat and mumbled, "I was saying, nothing much…"
The room was dimly-lit, and there was a beautiful lady in the room. Tang En lowered his head as a form of cover-up as he tried to resist an impulse that could not be expressed with words. It was no wonder that Collymore had expressed his interest for Sophia in public. Her natural charm was indeed enough to make anyone fall for her.
"Mr. Twain?"
"Hmm?"
"What are you looking at?" Sophia smiled as she asked Tang En.
"I am… Err, I'm admiring an oil painting."
"Oil painting?"
"Yes… Mona Lisa…"
Right after he finished his sentence, Sophia's face blushed red with embarrassment, and she lowered her head shyly.
