"Ella Yang."
Wonderstein watched her as if he had been waiting for her to come in.
His face bore the ever-present, unchanging smile.
A cheeky and playful smile that seemed to uplift people.
As she looked at his smiling face, Ella felt irritation creeping in, but at the same time, her heart eased a bit.
Well then.
Why did I worry about him?
I have other things to care about.
"You knew I was coming?"
She raised her head as much as possible and tried to speak in a cold tone.
She made an effort to sound distant in case he sensed that she found him despicable.
"How could I not know when you were chattering so loudly?"
Laughter erupted from outside again.
It seemed like Sven was imitating someone once more.
Ella noticed that there was a warm cup of tea in his hands.
"You never take your hands off the teacup."
"I like tea."
"But you never touched the tea served at the hotel."
