The house was located in the town in the suburbs of London. It was a farm. Quite close to nature.
Edie thought Noble didn't look like a businessman. Instead, he looked like a man that loved to enjoy life. Otherwise, it was impossible for him to live a peaceful life here.
The house was not so big—pastoral style. An aunt was responsible for cooking for Cecil all these years.
After lunch, Noble invited Edie to their yard to enjoy the sunlight. It was still warm in England in winter.
Noble made her black tea. He poured a cup of tea for Edie and smiled slightly, "Black tea is good for your stomach. Gentle and sweet. Try it."
Edie took a sip. Indeed, it was good.
"You...are a little different than I've imagined," Edie said.
"Different? Why?"
"You don't look like a businessman...."
"Why do you think so?" Noble looked curious.
