"Let’s talk sowhere else." Jeremy Lawrence reached out and grabbed her wrist. Amid Regina Kelloway’s surprised gaze, he took her hand and walked into the elevator, pressing the button for the 13th floor of the hotel.
The 13th floor is where the hotel’s coffee shop is located.
Once inside the elevator, he let go of her hand.
Regina Kelloway stared at him blankly, still feeling the warmth of his fingertips on her wrist.
"Jeremy Lawrence, where are you taking ?" Regina Kelloway looked at the floor he had pressed, her eyebrows knitted gently, "What do you want to talk about? Can’t you talk about it now?"
Jeremy Lawrence turned to her, "Are you in a hurry to leave?"
"No, it’s just..."
"Since you’re not in a hurry, let’s go back later." Jeremy Lawrence paused for a mont before adding, "I’ll take you back in a while."
Regina Kelloway fell silent.
The space in the elevator was small, and the distance between the two was very close.
She slled the faint scent of perfu on Jeremy Lawrence, pleasant and not at all pungent.
Regina Kelloway was slightly taken aback.
She rembered that Jeremy Lawrence used to not wear perfu.
Now, was he wearing it too?
Well, now he was the youngest master of the Heath family, and his lifestyle had changed. Of course, he would be more particular about these things than before.
They didn’t speak for a short while, and Regina Kelloway looked at the rising elevator floors, wanting to say so much, but her lips moved yet she couldn’t utter a word.
The silent atmosphere felt sowhat awkward.
Thankfully, the elevator quickly arrived at the 13th floor.
As she stepped out of the elevator, Regina Kelloway noticed that the 13th floor housed a coffee shop and a foreign cuisine restaurant. There were waiters outside the elevator to greet them.
"Good evening, sir and miss."
Jeremy Lawrence told the waiter they were going to the coffee shop, and the waiter led them into the cafe.
The coffee shop was designed with a romantic atmosphere. Inside, there was a small performance stage where a blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigner stood playing the violin. The lodious notes floated in midair, giving the illusion of attending so kind of dance party.
Jeremy Lawrence chose a seat, and after sitting down, a waiter brought them nus to order drinks.
"Sir, miss, what would you like to drink?"
"I’ll have a black coffee, and give this lady a Cappuccino. Oh, add a little extra milk and sugar in her coffee. She likes sweeter flavors."
"Very well, please wait a mont."
The waiter took the nus and left.
Regina Kelloway was amazed, "You know what I like to drink?"
And even knew her preferred taste.
"Mhm." Jeremy Lawrence nodded, "I rember that you like this kind of coffee, am I not mistaken?"
Regina Kelloway paused for a mont, then shook her head, "No, you’re not wrong."
She did indeed like Cappuccinos.
She enjoyed the sweet and creamy taste and always ordered extra milk and sugar with her coffee.
She hadn’t expected that Jeremy Lawrence would rember even such small details.
How did he rember?
In the past, he hadn’t paid much attention to her.
"Jeremy Lawrence, can I ask you a question?"
"Mhm, ask away."
"How do you know what I like to drink?"
Jeremy Lawrence was silent for a few seconds, his pitch-black eyes flickered, and an uneasy expression appeared on his face, "I, I’ve always known."
Regina Kelloway stared blankly, her face filled with astonishnt, "You’ve always known?"
"Yes."
"How did you know?"
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