William Hale stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her, his gaze icy, his brows and eyes filled with a frosty chill.
"Spit it out, how exactly did you scheme to deceive her into your clutches?"
"I'm genuinely curious."
Her eyes and brows were exceptionally beautiful, with fine eyebrows and foxy eyes, and even in a simple beige maxi dress, her demeanor was still charming and graceful.
Seeing his silence, she just laughed and said:
"Curious about how I know she doesn't like this?"
The woman's fingers lightly tapped the table, "Don't be stunned, a cup of flat white."
William Hale didn't speak.
But he turned to pour her coffee.
"By the way, I like my coffee with latte art on top, as for the design, feel free to improvise."
"Don't go too far."
"Her voice sounds quite nice."
"..."
