Lyra turned her head: "Bro."
Gregory said to her: "We should leave."
"Oh, okay."
Lyra picked up the last piece of candied hawthorn from the skewer and handed it to Erwin Jackson, "I'm going to wash my hands."
Gregory nodded: "Go ahead."
Lyra left.
Gregory walked to the spot where Lyra had been standing, towering over the bed and looking down at Erwin Jackson: "You're quite good at enjoying yourself."
"I'm sorry for what happened before." Erwin Jackson took the initiative to apologize to Gregory.
As for what 'what happened before' meant, Gregory knew naturally, but he was deliberately pretending to be confused: "What happened before? We're not close, so what could have happened before?"
Even if Gregory's attitude was not good.
But Erwin Jackson's was very respectful: "I haven't forgotten the harm I caused her, and I won't forget it. No matter what happens in the future, it's my fault."
"At least you're self-aware." Gregory chuckled.
