But unexpectedly, Mia no longer appeared frightened when she looked at Lennon.
Likewise, Lennon’s demeanor toward Mia now carried a trace of gentleness.
"Coach Claire, if you don’t like it, I’ll leave right now."
"But please don’t misunderstand Mr. Sullivan..."
I looked up at her. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and her timid voice was trembling.
One glance of it could captivate anyone to fall for her, let alone a man.
"Let’s go outside first." Lennon's eyes darkened as he pulled Mia to his side, then took off his coat and draped it around her shoulders.
"Claire, you’re getting old and your temper’s only getting worse. Try to be a little more patient." After saying that, he glanced at me sharply before pulling Mia into his arms and tilting his lips into a faint smile. "I’m always worried some young talent will steal your spot in the orchestra."
As he spoke, he leaned slightly, his lips brushing against Mia’s damp black hair, a gesture so casual yet so deliberate it sent a wave of provocation straight to me.
I knew exactly what Lennon was implying. Not long ago, I had refrained from recommending Mia for the orchestra’s promotion slot.