Old Master Lawrence felt an even stronger sensation of punching into cotton.
He glared at Enna Clark for a moment, and seeing that Enna was truly calm—not feigning calmness—he grimaced and reached out his hand to take the cup.
He quickly took a sip.
The honey water soothed his throat, relieving the burning sensation caused by coughing, making him feel much more comfortable; his brow also smoothed out a bit.
"How is it? Is it too sweet? If it's too sweet, you have to tell me so I can make it lighter next time," Enna said, seeing his sickly complexion look a bit better, she felt relieved and asked him.
The Old Master pursed his lips and looked at her, slightly at a loss with her unflappable demeanor and completely unruffled attitude.
To use force?
One does not strike a smiling face.
To use gentler methods?
She pretends not to understand.
