Bab 164: How long it will last?

"Good morning, Mr. Blake. Good morning, Miss." Lillian's thoughts were interrupted by a cheerful greeting which came from behind the reception. 

Another woman had taken the same place which was just emptied with the lady's departure. She was donning the same dress, and had the same polite expressions clinging to her face as before.

"Good morning." Blake replied to her in a rather polite manner while Lillian only nodded in response. 

She turned her around to face Blake who had a small smile clinging to the curve of his lips. 

'Is he really smiling at her?' 

She could only let her mind run wild, and her thoughts running wilder. 

"What is it?" Blake threw her a puzzled glance as his eyes noticed the small changes in her expressions. But all he got in return was a silent, displeased glare.