"Emma went out for the day, aren't you worried?" Collins Aiden's footsteps paused, his youthful face showed little emotion, but his eyes revealed a touch of anxiety.
"What's there to worry about? She's with Harry." Ella Jackson paused her hand pouring tea and then spoke in a relaxed tone.
"Being with Harrison Yale is what's dangerous. Are you deliberately trying to provoke me?" Collins Aiden sat across from Ella, picked up the flower tea she'd brewed for him, and drank it in one gulp.
"Good tea isn't meant to be drunk like that; it's a waste." Ella glanced at him in disdain, poured him another cup, and gestured for him to sip slowly.
"Collins Aiden, be honest, do you not like Harry at all?"
"..." Collins Aiden narrowed his eyes, and a complex gleam flashed in his cold pupil.
He took up the tea Ella poured and tasted it slowly, noncommittal.
