Inside the car, Thea Lynch was leisurely wiping the droplets off her hands with a tissue.
"Brother Silas has become familiar with the security team here?"
Today, she was wearing a short skirt, and the cold air from the air conditioner blew in from the front corner, making her knees red and her legs chilly. She tugged at the hem of her skirt, busy with her hands, and didn't even glance at him as she spoke.
"Not really." Ian Preston had one hand on the steering wheel, the sleeve of his black shirt rolled up a notch, revealing his forearm. His original suit jacket was casually placed on Thea Lynch's leg.
"…" Thea paused her hand movements, looked at the jacket on her leg, then at him. The suit fabric was a bit slippery, sliding down her thigh, so she quickly lowered her head, pressed it down, and pulled it back up.
Ian didn't seem to mind the gesture, as if it were unintentional, continuing the previous topic: "I just instructed them that if you ever come, to give me a call."
