"Mr. Smith, you're back."
For some reason, the housemaids in his mansion had become increasingly lively, almost as if someone had inspired them.
Before, they barely dared to approach, but now they greeted him so warmly as soon as he returned home.
He lifted his head to glance at the couch, furrowed his brows slightly, and walked further into the house.
"Has she not woken up yet?"
"Miss Moore? Miss Moore woke up quite early. She went to Miss Yale's place today, she's been out for a little while, probably will be back soon."
She went to Ava's place?
Those two hadn't seen each other for a quite a while; a catch-up could indeed take a long time.
"Mr. Smith, would you like to have lunch now? Miss Moore said if she isn't back in time, you should go ahead and eat."
Trenton Smith walked toward his study.
"Wait for her to come back," he said indifferently.
See, she guessed right, didn't she? Without Miss Moore, Mr. Smith would definitely refuse to eat.
