"Since the conversation has reached this point, it seems impossible to continue. I'll take my leave now." Lincoln Wood said, leisurely taking a sip of his coffee. The taste was rich and sweet, not greasy, and the milk and sugar ratio had been considerately adjusted.
"Please allow me to see Mr. Wood off!" William Griffith finally released his grip and spoke in a formal tone.
Cherish Turner, who had been in a state of astonishment, finally came to her senses and murmured, "Mr. Wood, I'll walk you out."
Lincoln Wood put down his coffee cup, looked up at the girl who spoke.
She was dressed in a simple, fitted beige blouse and black trousers, with the sleeves neatly folded. Her simple attire made her look very plain and elegant, giving her a delicate appearance. Her fair skin was unusual, and she somewhat resembled someone from his memory; she was quiet and not particularly outstanding, at most refreshing and pleasant.
