After Divorcing the Tycoon, I Married into a Wealthy Family Again

Damn it, why did she lick it.

"Ahem, Sister Dawson made some dessert, I’ll go get you some." His tone was notably flustered as Florence watched him quickly leave the study.

A bit abrupt compared to his usual gentle steadiness.

Florence suddenly wanted to see his expression, wondering if he was also flustered.

Florence held her face, feeling an inexplicable urge to laugh.

It was twenty minutes later when Ethan entered again, and the study was very quiet as their eyes met and then both looked away.

There was a small bowl of fruit dessert in front of her. Florence glanced at him.

And their eyes met again.

It wasn’t awkward, but there was a kind of indescribable atmosphere lingering around them.

Florence was taking small bites, and after a few mouthfuls, she wanted to check the time. Her hand shook, and she ended up spilling it all over herself.

"Oops." She set down the bowl to find a tissue, and the next second Ethan had already torn one off and was wiping it for her.

"What are you doing?" he asked.