Lyra Smith knew these words were meant to comfort her.
She replied, "Perhaps."
Morris Jackson did not dwell on the matter. He straightened her collar: "Let's go home."
Lyra obediently got up from the bed.
The bed in the rest area, she didn't know when she was carried here, nor when Morris took the masseuse's place. Yet, waking up to see him immediately brightened her mood.
However, she didn't fully let on, carefully hiding her feelings.
...
Cole was not driving them back to the mansion tonight.
Morris was behind the wheel while Lyra sat in the passenger seat.
On the journey home, Lyra chattered away like a little sparrow, excitedly sharing interesting anecdotes from today's filming.
The passing shadows outside the window played across Morris's chiselled features. He was gentle and patient, responding to whatever she said.
Occasionally, when she fell silent, he would bring up topics she was interested in. Lyra felt comfortable at all times; the atmosphere was very relaxed.
