"Are these the ones I just picked?"
"Yes, ma'am." Tim nodded.
In fact, all Lyra wanted was to give Morris some lychees she had just helped to pick.
Surprisingly, Tim had separated the ones she picked and delivered them separately.
This meant that all of them were picked by her.
Tim knocked on the door before opening it and gesturing for Lyra to go in with the lychees. Then, carefully, he closed the door behind her.
The study was huge, almost ridiculously so.
Seeing the man sitting behind the desk, she walked over in her slippers, then put the fruit platter with the lychees on his desk, "Morris, have some lychees."
Morris leaned back and took off the blue light glasses from his nose.
When his gaze fell on her, it darkened a bit.
"Did you wash them?" he asked casually.
Lyra thought he was asking if the lychees were washed. She chuckled, "Of course, they are cleaned thoroughly. Give it a taste, they are very sweet."
His gaze darkened even more.
