Monique looked in the direction of Little Nomi's eyes.
She saw Henry's tall figure in the dining room. He walked out with a glass of drink in his slender hand.
He looked a little cautious.
"Didn't Mother Zhang or the servants give him everything he wanted before?"
Why did he go in personally today?
Monique did not see Mrs. Lee, nor did she see the other servants.
Hearing Little Nomi's voice, Henry looked up.
He didn't reply Little Nomi immediately, but put the cup on the table first.
"Little Nomi, get up!" Henry smiled and came over to carry Little Nomi to the table lovingly. "Have breakfast."
The breakfast was ready as usual.
She didn't know if it was because she saw Henry bring out the ginger tea.
Monique felt that the cup was particularly eye-catching.
Then she took another look.
Henry looked at Monique staring at the dining table, and her thin lips opened slightly. "Mrs. Lee has something to do today, so she went back after breakfast!"
"Oh!" Monique replied lightly.
Then she sat down next to Little Nomi.
Henry sat down elegantly opposite Monique.
He stretched out his slender hand and brought the ginger tea in front of Monique.
Monique looked at Henry's action in surprise.
In fact, she had just smelled ginger tea.
She had an idea of this, but she didn't dare to think about it.
Yesterday, when they came back, she asked him how to deal with the rose. He was obviously very angry.
Today, when she looked at his expression as if nothing had happened on him.
Henry looked up and her dark and deep eyes met hers.
There was a touch of tenderness in his deep eyes.
She looked into his eyes for only a few seconds before she turned her head away.
His look was gentle, which made Monique's feel attractive. She felt that she would be swallowed by his gentle eyes.
She always had no self-control. As long as he was gentle, she would immediately fall back in love with him.
She could no longer get close or repeat the same mistakes.
To him, she was someone he didn't need.
When he wanted her, he could be nice to her.
But...
She could not bear the consequences again.
Henry saw Monique's evasive eyes. His dark and deep eyes darkened, but his voice was not surprised at all. "You're welcome."
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