(Lena’s POV).
He gave me what I thought was an annoyed look after I said that.
Sighing and clucking, he tidied up the library books that were scattered on the table, making me reluctant to speak.
I finally chose to remain silent while he sat by my side while opening the book he had been tidying up. Maybe I really didn't need to talk until he started later, because after all he saw I was the guilty one here.
But I'm having trouble concentrating because he hasn't said anything yet. Even I, who had been trying to read books since he joined, couldn't find anything to think about.
"So, how far have you read these books?" he suddenly asked.
I was a bit surprised but then I immediately opened the book I had read earlier and I had found some sources like his old thesis.
"This," I said as I
