Chapter 657 (1/2)

Chapter 657: A Secret Shared by Two Girls

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Roland poured himself a cup of tea and looked at Nightingale. “Would you like some?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Lying on the couch, she was reading a newly written play by May with great interest. She was holding the book with one hand and a piece of dried fish with another hand.

Since Anna had talked to her, she had disappeared for two days. When she returned, she looked relieved, free and easy, as she had been before. Since her return, Roland felt that she kept smiling at him and sometimes peeped at him with eyes full of vitality.

Took what she was doing now as an example.

She put her feet on the tea table and moved her robe to one side, revealing her long slim legs in black tight stockings. She did not avoid him at all and would only conceal herself when someone else came into the office. This attractive posture made it hard for the prince to focus. He could hardly stop his eyes from involuntarily moving to the side sometimes. As a result, he had not finished even a single blueprint in the first half of the morning.

He complained in his heart, “I knew I shouldn’t have asked Soraya to paint these stocking-like leg warmers.”

He took a cup of delicately fragranced tea to her and said, “here’s your tea.”

She put down the book and took the tea with both hands. She sniffed at it and said, “ah… nice tea. Could you please add a lump of sugar for me?”

He found that she enjoyed both salty and sweet food, and no matter how much she ate, she would never get fat. When he had been in his lethargy, she had lost lots of weight and looked much thinner than before, but after he had woken up, she had quickly gotten back her normal weight. Her weight seemed to have an upper limit. When she reached it, she would stop gaining any more weight.

He had nagged her to stop eating too much or she would get fat, but now he realized that was not a problem for her at all.

He added a lump of sugar to her teacup and returned to his desk. After painting several strokes on the paper, he still could not stop himself from being curious and said, “Nightingale…”

“Uhm?’

“What indeed… did Anna tell you?”

“Well…” She nimbly slipped out of the couch and instantly appeared on his desk. “It’s a secret.”

“Can’t you even tell me?”

After a little hesitation, she shook her head and said, “no, I’ve promised Anna. If it’s just about me, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, but this is not… She asked me to keep it up my sleeve for now.”

“Well, I see.” Roland took a sip of his tea and stopped asking. He could go to ask Anna directly, but as a person of normal EQ, he knew he must stop mentioning this thing repeatedly.

At least, from Nightingale’s reaction he could tell that Anna was not angry.

When he picked up his quill again, Nightingale suddenly said, “thank you.”

“What?” Rowland was stunned and looked up, his gaze met hers.