In the living room, Zoe Bell was drinking water, continuously flipping her phone, considering whether to inform her husband, but her peripheral vision kept sizing up Isaac Shea.
He was truly handsome.
"Miss Johnson said she'll be back soon, will she be having lunch here?" Isaac Shea looked towards her.
Miss Johnson?
They're that formal?
Usually, she also loves to refer to William Hale as her husband, perhaps it's just a little quirk.
"Your leg should have something light, how about I steam bass and stir-fry shrimp? Do you have any dietary restrictions?" Before she could respond, Isaac Shea had already opened the refrigerator.
"I'm okay with anything."
Although Zoe was curious how her cousin ended up with Teacher Shea, she didn't plan on staying for lunch.
