Ethan Ainsley, listen to my ramblings

He clearly saw through her thoughts, but he still had to ask her and hear it from her own lips.

Lola Hussey chewed her food slowly, swallowed, and then put down her utensils. She dabbed her mouth with a napkin solemnly, "So, we might not see each other again until half a year later."

Half a year is neither long nor short.

"Is there a conflict between your work and being with us?" he asked.

There was a judgmental and intimidating tone in the question.

Lola instantly felt like a primary school student being questioned by the teacher. She sat up straight, lowered her head, and dared not look into his eyes. She stammered timidly, "No conflict. I just want to focus on my work."

As she finished speaking,

Ethan Ainsley made a move.

However, he just leaned back, not doing anything. Lola, on the other hand, reacted as if she were a frightened bird.