Helena's scrutinising eyes didn't bother the man. Instead, he went over to the microwave, reached in and pulled out a blue bottle of formula.
The little bottle was completely out of place in his wide hand. The man brought it over and presented it to her.
Helena closed her parting mouth before it could embarass her. Clearing her throat, she reached out to take it.
"Thank you." She mumbled.
The man nodded, "You're welcome. May I ask what your name is?"
It's been a long time since a man spoke to her in such a way. Almost like he'd respectfully walk away if she refused.
"Helena Santiago." She answered.
Surprise flashed in his blue eyes. He fixed the golden glasses on his nose in a thoughtful manner.
"Are you perhaps Miss Primrose's family member?"
Was there still anyone who d
