Yolanda Bardot, who had been folding clothes, suddenly stiffened her fingers.
Her heart quickened, her voice tightened, "Doesn't that imply possible danger?"
"Yeah," Ella Lacey laughed craftily.
Poor Yolanda fell for it!
"Have they left now?" Yolanda Bardot stood up and peered out of the window, seemingly regretting not saying goodbye earlier.
"They left long ago," Ella Lacey said softly.
She grabbed Yolanda Bardot's hands, and asked earnestly, "Yolanda, do you like Uncle Dilbert?"
Yolanda Bardot's face turned red, she lowered her head and pushed Ella Lacey away, her voice unnaturally stuttered, "...No, I don't like him."
"But you seem to like him!"
Ella Lacey didn't beat around the bush, and directly said, "Affection is something that radiates from the inside out, I noticed your loving glances at each other long ago."
"..." Yolanda Bardot was incredibly embarrassed.
She hides her inner turmoil, feigning innocence and says, "Ella, this might be your imagination..."
