She wanted to ask, but he was not yet fluent in speaking and did not want to speak with her, so she could only wait.
But now, he had taken the initiative to grasp her hand...
Grace Yakov's heart inexplicably tightened.
Was this probably the first time he had approached her proactively since they were reunited?
Grace Yakov swallowed, waiting for him to speak, but after a half a day, Eddy Sherman showed no sign of wanting to start a conversation, just holding her hand tightly without letting go.
"If you have nothing else, I'm leaving," Grace Yakov said impatiently, her voice cold.
With that said, a flicker of light passed through Eddy Sherman's eyes, and his thin lips slightly parted.
"Go out."
"..." If he wanted her to leave, he could have simply let go of her hand; why hold on and then send her away? What was this about?
Was this some kind of joke?
Grace Yakov's facial expression grew colder, and just as she was about to get angry, she heard Eddy Sherman repeat himself.
