He only drank black coffee and didn't like sugar or milk, so he frowned when he smelled the milk.
Noticing his reaction, Charles memorized it secretly and then smiled apologetically.
"Sorry, it's all my fault." Then he waved to the waiter and said, "Hello, please change a cup of black coffee for me."
"Okay."
The waiter nodded and reached out to touch the coffee in front of him, but he dodged.
"Don't bother. Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Charles. I think I can accept it. Don't waste it."
"Really? If you can't stand it, don't force yourself."
Charles reminded him with great concern. He forced a smile and shook his head. He had been watching him since he came in. He couldn't help but think about it. Who knew what the meaning of this cup of coffee was?
He picked it up and took a sip. He frowned slightly and quickly hid his expression.
He didn't drink much, so he didn't feel uncomfortable. But he didn't drink anymore.