"Ah, no... there's nothing," Taylor Ware's eyes flashed with panic, which quickly subsided.
But a father knows his daughter, and none of it escaped Chestor Ware's eyes.
He exchanged a glance with Auntie Lan and a smile appeared on his lips as he asked, "Have you taken a fancy to him?"
Taylor blurted out, "Fancy him? Don't joke around. He's just a stinking hooligan!"
"Haha, and you say you've never met Mr. Jensen?" Chestor laughed heartily.
Taylor realized her slip-up, and her face instantly flushed red as she said coldly, "I'm full, you guys take your time eating."
Auntie Lan said softly, "Taylor, have a bit more, will you?"
"No more, I'm going to get some sleep."
After saying this, Taylor couldn't wait to run back to her room.
Chestor and Auntie Lan looked at her retreating back and smiled at each other.
"Auntie Lan, do you think this girl has taken a liking to Mr. Jensen?"
"Do you even need to ask?"
