Knock knock.
'Seriously? ... Is this one of those? The timely interruptions events again?' — Sarcastically, I told Anne as I saw Theressa halt her hand just as she was to drink the annoying tea.
The three of us stayed in silence as it was the room's owner's duty to respond.
He seemed indifferent, looking intently at his teacup with leisurely poise; laying back on his seat, tapping with his index finger on the arm of his Royal chair as if he owned the d*mn place.
... Which is true but he looks so arrogant it's making me upset.
"..... Talk."
Without taking his eyes off of the teacup, even when telling whoever was outside to speak, his eyes flickered with that beautiful colour he portrayed in that insanely unfair handsome face he has.
Even when arrogant, a Male Lead will be hot... Maybe even hotter.
... Tsk. Life in a novel is not fair.
