Jensen Sterling slowly sipped his porridge, his fair and slender fingers holding the spoon, sipping bit by bit. Even though he was ill, his movements were unhurried, still extremely pleasing to the eye, like a gentleman who never rushed at any time.
As he was about to finish, Mia Sutton suddenly pushed her chair back and stood up, prompting Jensen Sterling to instinctively look up.
His eyes questioned: What's the matter?
Mia understood his meaning, pointing towards his room, she asked, "Mr. Sterling, may I go to your room for a moment?"
It was a special situation at the time; ordinarily, Mia would not enter Jensen Sterling's room, hence she asked.
Jensen nodded at her words: "Okay."
Afterwards, he placed the spoon in the bowl and continued, "Next time, if you want to go in, just go; no need to ask me."
Mia: "…Oh."
In Jensen's view, Mia ran off into his room and quickly came back.
