"Cecilia, haste makes waste. This matter isn't urgent; it should be approached gradually."
Not urgent?
Sophie Sullivan slammed her wine glass down on the dining table, angrily furrowing her brows, "Lucifer, can I not be anxious? I've pursued Liam Donald for so many years, yet he still doesn't feel anything for me. I can't accept this."
Miss Cecilia Branford, God's favored child, found her greatest sense of defeat in Liam Donald.
She couldn't believe that Liam Donald didn't like her at all.
"Dear." Lucifer placed the evenly cut steak pieces in front of her, and seamlessly moved her uncut portion towards himself, continuing, "Don't you understand Liam yet? The more you approach him, the more indifferent he becomes towards you, so you can't pursue him in conventional ways. You have to be clever and think of other methods."
"Then help me think, Lucifer. You're a man; you must understand men's thoughts." Sophie Sullivan picked up a fork and started eating the steak leisurely.
