Lily Turner didn't need Easton Holmes to answer; she already knew the answer. She guessed it perfectly: today's meal was premeditated by him. Had she known he was waiting for her here, she would've claimed she couldn't cook.
"Let go of me." She had to see what groceries this guy bought, pick out the simplest and easiest ones to cook for him, finish quickly, and leave.
"I can let go of you, but you can't run away," Easton Holmes didn't immediately release Lily Turner's hand but started negotiating with her.
Lily Turner rolled her eyes dramatically at a certain man, "Mr. Holmes! Do you think I can run away from you?"
She wasn't boosting others' morale while dampening her own; she was just self-aware.
Though she had only interacted with this man a few times, she clearly recognized that she was no match for him—neither in strength nor intelligence.
Easton Holmes tilted his head and looked at the petite woman beside him, nodding his head in agreement and honesty, "No, you can't!"
