"It's your milk tea."

Because he's a stranger?

Because they hadn't spent time together before?

That must be it.

After a while, Lola Hussey's soft voice asked, "Have they left?"

No response.

She slowly raised her head, and the closest thing to her was his jawline.

God's craftsmanship truly surpasses that of Goddess Nuwa!

His eyelashes were thick, and his prominent nose reminded Lola of how she accidentally bumped into it in the car earlier.

"Ethan Ainsley?"

"Hmm."

His reply, low and deep, still carried his signature hint of coldness.

Lola asked, "Have they left?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Oh."

Lola immediately let go of him, lowered her head so he couldn't see her blushing face, and said, "Thank you, Ethan Ainsley. If it wasn't for you, they would have definitely caught me."

"You're welcome."

His response, cool and polite, made Lola wonder if he was an emotionless robot.

Noticing a bag in his hand containing two cups of milk tea, Lola asked, "Do you like milk tea too?"

"No."