Morris Jackson withdrew his hand halfway, then quietly looked at her for a while before speaking: "I didn't plan on taking care of you, but after all, what you've done has humiliated me. I can't let it go."
Lyra Smith: "..."
His words were somewhat annoying, and Lyra pursed her lips in dissatisfaction but said nothing more.
Morris held her wrist and switched to holding her hand, feeling the coldness in her palm; his expression darkened: "Come with me."
Lyra asked, "Where?" Although she asked, her feet obediently followed him.
Hector was shocked to see Morris bring Miss Lyra over, but he was even more surprised to see Morris holding her hand.
What's going on?
The situation had changed quickly, and now they were even holding hands.
Hector never expected that Morris would fall for this "Queen of the Sea" so quickly.
"Morris," Hector approached them, his gaze falling on the hand they held together.
