"Really not coming over to have a cup of tea with me?"
Ashton Marshall didn't directly answer Bella Woods' question but instead asked this.
Bella Woods saw the man's right hand moving skillfully behind the screen, following the boiling water, the tea leaves steeping and releasing a refreshing scent.
But she instinctively took a step back, "Third Young Master, I'll just stand here."
She truly didn't have the guts to sit at the same table with Third Young Master Marshall for tea.
"Are you interested in asking me about the dress fitting?" Bella Woods proactively shifted the topic back.
"We can find another time to try the dress, no rush."
So it wasn't that.
"Then, are you asking about your girlfriend?" Bella Woods could only guess in this direction.
"She's been quite well-behaved recently."
Still not that.
"Third Young Master, how about you just ask me directly?" Bella Woods truly couldn't figure it out.
