"Mr. Valentine."
Seeing Beau still sitting on the sofa without moving, Braint frowned faintly. "Do you still want to sit here?"
The meaning of the Braint was very obvious.
Beau pursed his lips. If he got up and went to the kitchen to help, wouldn't that prove that Braint was right?
He kept a straight face and continued to stare at the documents in his hand. "She won't want me to go."
"She likes me so much. She probably doesn't want me to enter the kitchen."
Braint flattened his lips. "Are you sure?"
Beau stared at the documents coldly. "What's there to be uncertain about?"
Wasn't it a fact that Eliza liked him?
Back then, she said she didn't have his contact information. When he gave her his contact information, she couldn't help but send him messages to express her feelings.
She often greeted him with good morning and good night in an ambiguous tone, and even sent him some sweet loving words.
