Steven started to speak, not by praising Mia Foster's dance for its beauty, but by gently offering guidance like a close friend.
Perhaps it's because Westerners are naturally optimistic, or maybe it's Steven's nature; Mia curled her lips and tilted her head playfully, "How do you know I'm not happy?"
"I studied psychology before."
Mia raised an eyebrow, noncommittally, said nothing, and as the dance ended, Steven gallantly escorted Mia to the resting area, settled her in a seat, and politely said, "Take a break; I'll get us some drinks."
Watching Steven's elegant and courteous back, Mia leaned back in her chair, lost in thought.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, she's been back working abroad for over three months. Felix Shaw has visited three times, once each month, as punctual as a period, always at the end of the month. Each visit involves dropping by her place to scrounge a meal, and if she doesn't open the door, he climbs in through the water pipe at the back.
