Angelo didn't know what was wrong with her. Every time she boiled the coffee, she just boiled water. Then she was about to take the coffee away, but Drake wouldn't let go of his hand.
"Drake?" Angelo looked at Drake nervously. The pressure fell on her again, that tears filled her eyes.
Seeing that, Drake let go of his hand and looked away. "Lisa will do these things. Just leave them alone."
Just as he finished his words, Aiken walked in. "Mr. Thorne," he said, "You have a wine party at seven. Shall we leave now?"
"Yeah."
Drake closed the file, got up, and patted Angelo's shoulder.
"Come with me," he said.
Behind him, Angelo showed a bitter face. She lived with Drake, and now she worked with him all day. If this continued, Angeline would have been missing.
"Drake," Angelo groaned, "I'm not feeling well. Can I go home?"
