Chapter 151: The Youngest Disciple (3)
Although she had in front of her a cup of tea with a strong aroma of rosemary leaves, Trisha felt not even the slightest intention of bringing it to her lips.
Seeing that man sitting in front of her made her want to down cold water in a single gulp instead of excellent-quality tea.
However, she could not show such an unrefined behavior, so she held back, although she could not avoid letting a tired expression slip out.
Just by looking at him, she felt as if she aged ten years.
“I knew that Lady Trisha does not exactly consider me someone comfortable.”
The one who took the initiative first was Dereck.
Without elaborate greetings or phrases to break the ice; he simply spoke as he was, with his arms crossed.
Even nobles with a decent title treated a distinguished young lady like Trisha with extreme delicacy when meeting her, but this man did not show even a trace of that caution.
It was not as if people like him did not exist—rural peripheral nobles often spoke in such a direct manner. But Trisha was not very fond of that style.