"You are a trouble, do you know that?"
Ruth stilled with wide eyes hearing that familiar voice.
"I... I... am... I..." She struggled as the words came jumbled from her mouth.
She was supposed to apologise, but she did not know what she had done for that.
"Would you mind if I demand some of your time. Miss Ruth?" Lester asked.
"Sure Lord Wright. You do not need a permission." She said.
Lester walked towards her and sat beside her on the white stone bench near the pond. The duck had disappeared somewhere to save itself from the sorcery of this hazel-eyed woman.
Ruth felt very uncomfortable- the feeling she had never experienced before with this green-eyed man. He was always observing and estimating things but had a warm and welcoming aura, that always put her heart at ease.
But today, she did not feel it. Maybe it was because she knew that he was there to scold her or insult her like Fannie.
