Wesley's ears betrayed a reddish hue.

Sandra sipped her coffee leisurely,

"You appear to be rather uninformed. Now we have instruments for that."

"Wesley, forget it. I'm not your thermometer. "

She added, prompting Wesley's complexion to darken.

"Have your coffee." Wesley said.

"If you're really want to know how warm your lips are, inform me next time."

Emily, having learned that Vincent was here, hurried over.

"Emily."

With a cheerful ...