If she had a son like that, so careless, Sienna Johnson would probably be driven to death by anger.
"Thank you, but I can't drink tea since I'm pregnant. Just a glass of plain water would be fine."
The man's gaze swept over her abdomen, noticing the slight swell. The light glinted off his glasses, and Sienna Johnson didn't see the fleeting murderous intent in his eyes.
"Miss Johnson, you're so young; I didn't expect you to be married already," he said, half-joking, half-serious. "It's truly a pity. If Miss Johnson weren't married, I would have considered pursuing you."
Sienna Johnson didn't take his words seriously, considering it mere pleasantry. "My husband's surname is Desmond. You can just call me Mrs. Desmond."
Fortunately, Adrian Desmond wasn't there. Otherwise, this man wouldn't be sitting here so peacefully right now.
The man poured her a glass of plain water, thoughtfully added a slice of lemon, and placed it before her. "Please, enjoy."
"Thank you."
