And his back seemed as if it had an icy blade hovering over it. The butler turned around and suddenly saw the man standing on the stairs smoking.
Butler: "... How come it's so fast?"
It shouldn't be, considering how intense the situation inside was just now. How could it have ended so quickly?
Old Master Jared stared at his grandson with an indescribable look, "Make sure to prepare more tonics for the young master in the future."
"Yes."
Jared's face darkened, and he shot a gloomy glance at the two people downstairs while extinguishing the cigarette in his hand, then turned and went upstairs.
As he pushed open the bedroom door, he saw a bowl on the table, which was empty,
and outside the window was the sound of a stray cat in heat.
Has it really changed? Jared lowered his gaze, looking at the small woman already asleep on the bed. She was currently lying there, possibly in defense against him or for some other reason, but she had fallen asleep with her clothes on.
