The butler was always shrewd and naturally understood what Melody Thorne meant. "Rest assured, Madam, rest assured, I understand."
Melody Thorne nodded with satisfaction. If she dismissed the butler from the villa, there's a chance that old Mr. Quinn might have others monitor her and Jared Quinn's every move. It was better to keep the butler and feign ignorance.
"Madam," the butler wiped his mouth and spoke, "dinner is ready. You should have dinner first. The Young Master said to go to the pool in the back after you finish eating."
"What for?" Melody Thorne sat at the dining table. Yesterday, while she fell asleep on Jared Quinn's couch, it seemed like Jared carried her back inside.
Didn't that mean that everyone in the company saw it?
"I don't know," the butler lowered his head, smiling somewhat ambiguously.
Melody Thorne took a few bites of dinner, feeling a persistent emptiness in her heart, and she just realized that Timmy wasn't around.
"Where's Timmy? Has he had dinner?"
