Ethan Grant was getting a little thirsty from talking. He moistened his throat, and when he looked up again, he found the beauty beside him blushing and scratching her head.
'Hm?'
'Why is she suddenly acting like this?'
Before he could ask, Shirley Thorne picked up a glass of iced tea and downed it in one go.
She drank a little too quickly, and the tea trickled down her neck, slowly dripping into her V-neck collar and leaving a damp patch.
Ethan Grant's breath hitched. He abruptly turned his head, grabbed the tea from the table, and took a huge gulp.
However, he had forgotten that the tea in front of him was hot. The single gulp only made the fire inside him burn hotter.
Florence Langley: ???
'What's going on? Why are the madam and master suddenly so thirsty?'
The considerate little bodyguard ran to the door, leaned against the frame, and shouted, "Waiter, more tea over here!"
