C22 How Fake

I couldn't help but smile, quickly averting my eyes. His comment caught me off guard. "Why are you smiling? You better eat it, Lyka," he said, urging me to finish the soup. I obliged, pushing aside my earlier thoughts.

After I finished the soup, he handed me some medicine, claiming it would help with dizziness and the effects of alcohol.

We then left the maid's quarter together