Simona looked straight into Nathan's eyes and slowly moved away. Her eyes were faint and somewhat gray.
Her voice was especially light, "I, I don't want to say it."
Nathan's expression remained unchanged, gently hooking his lips, as if smiling, "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it."
When they were back at the villa, the food was ready.
But Simona didn't eat much before putting down her chopsticks, "I, I'm going to do my homework."
The maid Zena whispered, "Miss Sam seems to have a bad appetite today." She hadn't added the rice.
Nathan followed her upstairs.
Seeing her spreading the books on the tea table, he walked over to her and picked up her bag, taking her to the study next door.
"Do your homework here in the future."
Simona's eyes were full of surprise, "But, can I
