Chapter 895


    Noah was stunned, staring at the two cups of tea that Hannah had prepared,


    He was surprised that she had thought of him.


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    He walked over and picked up the small teacup, taking a sip.


    The water temperature was just right.


    Having discarded the first brew, Hannah had eliminated the bitterness of the tea.


    The tea was fragrant and smooth, with a rich vor, showing that she had put effort into learning the art


    of tea brewing.


    After finishing the tea, he earnestly remarked, “It tastes wonderful.”


    However, Hannah nced at him sideways, teasing, “Is that all? Mr. Noah, you’re being too


    superficial. Don’t be stingy with yourpliments when praising a girl.”


    Noah understood and rephrased, “This is the most aromatic tea I’ve ever tasted, and it’s even better


    because it was personally brewed by you, Ms. Hannah. I’ll never forget this vor.”


    Hannah chuckled, finding his effort to articte amusing.


    She had always considered him handsome, a cool and reserved man, but now she discovered this


    adorable side to him.


    She poured another cup and handed it to him, saying, “Drink up, and let’s head home after.”


    Noah epted the cup, holding it fondly in his hand.


    The next morning at E&S Haven, Elliot, on behalf of the bureau, requested Romello toe for a


    discussion.


    Unable to avoid it, Romello arrived promptly at 10 a.m.


    The bodyguards quickly allowed him entry, and he walked in with aposed expression, concealing


    his emotions.


    Sheena and Elliot were seated in the living room, both looking serious.


    Romello stood at the mansion’s entrance, adjusting his military uniform cor before confidently


    stepping inside.


    “Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins,” he greeted respectfully, instinctively standing in the open space in front of


    the coffee table.


    Elliot nced at him and gestured toward the sofa to his side, saying, “Please, have a seat.


    “Thank you, Mr. Jenkins,” Romello replied as he took a seat.


    Before Sheena could speak, Romello seemed to anticipate her intentions and spoke first, “I’m here


    today on official business from the National Investigation Bureau. If Mrs. Jenkins has any personal


    matters regarding the Nicholls family to discuss, perhaps we should refrain from addressing them.” As


    those words fell, the atmosphere in the room turned tense,


    Sheena’s expression was cold and grim, clearly holding back her anger.


    Elliot reached out, sping her hand to reassure her as he red at Romello,


    “Allow me to speak. As a superior, showing concern for the family matters of a deputy chief should fall


    within the realm of official business,” Elliot said firmly, his gaze unwavering on Romello.


    Romello’s expression stiffened slightly before he smiled and replied, “Yes, Mr. Jenkins.”


    Elliot did not mince words either, going straight to the point. “Last night, we noticed Phoebe wasn’t


    feeling well. She only appeared briefly during the banquet. Is she feeling better today?”


    “Thank you for your concern, Mr. Jenkins. It was just a slight cold, nothing serious. She’ll be fine in a


    few days,” Romello responded with a smile, his tone smooth andposed.


    Elliot pressed on, “When did you agree to the engagement with the Santos family?”


    “It was just before the start of the banquet after Mrs. Jenkins and Mr. Howard came to discuss the


    engagement.”