"Uncle Morris, I, I, I accidentally fell onto the bed, I didn't mean to take up the bed, it was really an accident." Sophia stammered, then immediately turned to look at Lyra: "Right, Lyra?"
Lyra dumbly nodded in agreement.
Then she looked at Morris.
He must have come from the company, wearing a vertical-striped three-piece suit, all the buttons of the coat unfastened. A well-ironed business vest and white shirt were inside; however, he did not wear a tie this time. The collar was slightly open, revealing his fair neck. A few inches up, his prominent Adam's apple lingered in Lyra's view for a few more seconds.
Yes, she took a few more looks.
It's said online that the size of a man's Adam's apple can tell a lot about him, and those with a large one are usually reliable.
Lyra could relate and thought the online saying was accurate.
Slap-
Lyra suddenly gave herself a mental slap. At such a serious moment, she was thinking about these things...
She shouldn't have such thoughts.
