Annabelle had a poor appetite and didn’t finish her bowl of dumplings, leaving half behind. But Kendrick ate the rest without hesitation.
After breakfast, Anna didn’t say she was leaving, and Kendrick didn’t ask.
He handed her a couple of magazines she might find interesting and then went about his business.
Of course, he could tell—she didn’t want to leave. So, he let her be.
After all, the little woman sat there quietly, not disturbing him in the slightest. On the contrary, her presence made him even more motivated to work.
After some time, he glanced at her again and found that the magazine on her lap had remained open on the same page. She hadn’t turned it for a long time, lost in thought, her expression troubled.
Was she worrying about him?
Kendrick chuckled softly. Having a yo
