Understanding what Ethan wanted, Lillie immediately felt awkward.
"Uh... I'm home?" It sounded more like a question than a statement. Ethan raised an eyebrow and shot her a soft glare.
Clearing her throat, Lillie corrected herself. "I'm home."
Satisfied, Ethan nodded and walked toward her, gently taking her wrist.
Storm growled. Don't you dare put your contaminated paws on my Mistress, human!
"Nanny Ying has already prepared dinner. Go clean up first—I'll fetch you in five minutes."
Lillie absentmindedly nodded, but a thought lingered in her mind. Lately, Ethan had changed.
She had noticed how he'd been taking care of her—reminding her to eat, ensuring she didn't overwork herself, and nursing her when she was sick.
Why?
What was his agenda? What was the reason behind all these thoughtful gestures?
Then Ethan smiled.
Lillie's ears turned red, and her heart skipped a beat.
