Axel had just arrived at the house.
As he loosened his tie, Jimmy approached with a respectful bow.
"Welcome back, sir."
"Where's my wife and son?" Axel asked, glancing around.
"Madam and Young Master are at the lake."
Axel raised a brow. "The lake? Alone?"
"Yes, sir. It's been almost an hour."
Axel turned toward the wide glass window overlooking the property. Through it, he could see faint figures by the lake.
Evelyn's flowing hair catching the wind, Oliver bouncing near her chair.
"Why didn't you go with them?"
Jimmy straightened nervously.
"Sir, I tried. But Madam insisted she didn't need help. She said she wanted time alone with the Young Master. When I insisted again, she… Well, she scolded me."
Axel's stern expression softened into a small laugh. He could picture it perfectly; Evelyn crossing her arms, raising that brow at poor Jimmy.
"I see," he murmured, amusement flickering in his eyes.
"Shall I call them, sir?"
