Alice Green's smile became more rigid, biting her lip, she slowly clenched her fists, nervously and uneasily looking up in the direction of the approaching footsteps.
Maxwell Saxon guided Alice Green to sit down beside him, took a sip of the coffee she had personally brewed, then turned his head and smiled gently at her, saying softly, "Your skills are getting better and better."
In the face of her fiancé's compliment, Alice Green couldn't bring herself to smile with joy. She forced a stiff smile, unnaturally, "Is— is that so?"
"Yes, I'm afraid after finishing this cup of coffee, my taste will become even pickier."
"As long as you like it." Alice Green's eyes flickered uncertainly, although she was speaking to Maxwell Saxon, she kept glancing at the person walking towards her.
Until Matthew Saxon stopped in front of her, she bit her lip tighter, lowered her head, and clenched her fist even more tightly.
