Chapter 292

Shuiyun Teahouse. Nicholas was sitting in the private room, waiting for Beckett. "Here's your tea, sir." The girl brewing the tea looked about college age—probably juggling school and a part-time job. She had delicate features, clear fair skin, and those big doe eyes. No makeup, but she gave off this untainted, almost aloof energy—like she didn't belong to the same noisy world as the rest. Not gonna lie, they sure picked the right face for this place. She placed the teacup in front of him but accidentally tipped it, spilling the hot tea straight onto Nicholas's clothes. "I'm so sorry, sir! I didn't mean to!" The girl panicked, scrambling to grab tissues as she bent down to blot his chest, dabbing a bit too close for comfort. The way she moved—either she was awkwardly nervous, or she knew exactly what she was doing. "Leave." Nicholas frowned, his voice chilly. If this were Aiden—the infamous flirt—he might've asked for her WhatsApp by now. But Nicholas? Wrong target. He had zero interes