Chapter 123: Threads of Affection, Seemingly There and Not (3)_1
Rachel Bailey wouldn’t say she was interested in Benjamin Robinson in a romantic sense; she was merely curious. In a place like this, what was a stone-faced man like him doing? Was he on a case? Or was he on vacation, having afternoon tea here just like them?
"Miss Bailey," Hansen Ruiz suddenly leaned in close and said with great kindness, "Do you know who Stone-face is? Being the captain of the criminal investigation division of the municipal public security bureau is just his ordinary identity. He is actually the only son of the current municipal party secretary, a genuine second-generation official, a child of a high-ranking cadre."
Rachel arched an eyebrow. What was he implying? That she shouldn’t aspire to reach for Benjamin Robinson? She had an interest in Benjamin Robinson—well, alright, it was more like admiration. She’d always admired police officers and soldiers ever since she was young. Was that not allowed? The speed with which Benjamin Robinson had apprehended those criminals last time made her feel he was a true man, which was why, after snapping at him, she still wanted to know his name.
"What does that have to do with me?" Rachel threw a nonchalant remark at him and then moved the two steamer baskets of buns in front of herself. Buns were good; at least there was something to eat.
Watching her eat the buns, Hansen Ruiz’s eyes grew deep, but then he smiled again and waved over the waiter to order some more delicacies.
Rachel was straightforward and had grown accustomed to frugality. Seeing Ruiz order so much food again, she picked up a shrimp dumpling and said, "That’s enough. We won’t be able to finish if you order more. Don’t waste it; that would be a shame."
Hansen Ruiz then stopped his ordering.
He was already full and sat across from Rachel, quietly watching her eat rapidly. Although her upbringing was not noble, her table manners weren’t unseemly. Even when she ate quickly, she didn’t lose her grace—probably a refinement cultivated during her three years as a white-collar worker.
Unconsciously, a smile that was doting, yet not entirely so, appeared at the corner of Hansen Ruiz’s lips.
「Horne Family mansion.」