"Harlmeonni, you didn't tell me about Mrs. Park."
She glances at me while sipping her tea before she places it on the table. Then she asks, "What do you want to know about her?"
My eyes gaze at her, who was waiting for my query, however, there's no question that comes out of my mouth as if someone controls me like a puppet.
"I'm waiting, Mia. What do you want to ask about her?"
But before I ask about Mrs. Park, Christian calls me as I glance at him. His lips form into a smile while holding the tea and some biscuits. I stand and stroll closer to him and help him. Yet, he shakes his head and moves the tray that he's holding.
"I can do it."
"I just want to help."
He just chuckles and chooses to ignore me. Instead, he walks fast towards the gazebo and places the tray on the table. He crouches on the floor pillow before glancing at Mia. He smiles and signs for me to sit beside him.
