"Knock, knock!"
"Come in!"
Her footsteps were a little dull, and she stood at the door of the study carefully holding a plate of food.
"The mushroom soup tastes good. Nancy also made some snacks for supper. You haven't eaten much at dinner. Would you like some?"
Behind the desk, Hans was focused on an artist training contract. He didn't look up, as if he didn't hear what Jennifer said.
Jennifer pursed her lips and said shyly, "But you don't eat supper right? Then I... I'd better take it back..."
"Leave it here."
His cold voice interrupted Jennifer's passiveness.
"Huh?" Surprise flashed across her face, and she even thought that she had heard him wrong.
Hans lifted his head from his desk. The gold frame of his glasses had lessened the sharpness in his eyes. His entire being seemed
