"No problem," he said politely, rejecting the offer. "I don't like milk tea."
He doesn't like it?
Well, that's great!
Now Lola Hussey could drink the milk tea that she had just stocked up on without any worries. Holding the straw, she took several sips, quickly finishing the drink.
Ethan Ainsley looked out the window without glancing at her.
Lola realized that as long as Ethan wasn't looking at her, she felt much more at ease. She finished her half cup of milk tea, burped, leaned back into a comfortable position, and waited for the car to arrive at General DeShan's Residence.
Her fear of him was one thing, but another issue was her age. They had no common conversation topics, she didn't understand business secrets, much less political affairs or wars.
She could only talk about trivial things.