Lennon grunted in acknowledgment and turned to leave.
Naomi washed up as quickly as she could, grabbed her bag, and stepped out to see Lennon holding Ron.
Perhaps because they were away from home, he seemed more relaxed, carrying himself with a certain looseness. He was leaning casually against the wall, tickling Ron with his finger.
Ron giggled in his arms, the sound like silver bells, making the scene feel unexpectedly beautiful.
"Ready? Let's go."
Lennon straightened up as soon as he noticed Naomi and walked ahead with Ron in his arms.
Naomi hurried to catch up, about to ask if they were heading back now, but then she saw Lennon take a turn and head straight for the restaurant.
Meeting Naomi's questioning gaze, Lennon said, "I can't let you go back on an empty stomach."
Naomi instinctively touched her stomach. She wanted to say she wasn't hungry, but that would be a lie. In the end, she just said, "Thank you."
Lennon's lips thinned. "You don't have to be so formal with me."
Naomi didn't take his words to heart.
Even setting aside Lennon's age, the relationship between their families didn't exactly permit her to be too familiar with him.
Lennon watched as Naomi lowered her eyes, appearing obedient but in reality rejecting him with her silence. A flash of pain crossed his face.
But his attention was quickly drawn away by Ron. They ate breakfast in silence, and after Lennon finished feeding Ron, Naomi stood up and said she was ready to go.
Compared to before, Lennon's attitude had become noticeably colder.
Naomi looked at him uncertainly. He didn't turn back; from her angle, all she could see was his somewhat indifferent profile.
"I'll have the driver take you."
With that, Lennon walked away, carrying Ron.

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