Later that evening...
Jeremy frowned when he returned home.
He parked the car like usual, and handed his coat and briefcase to the butler like usual... but...
Something... somehow... he felt something... different.
He could not name it but...
The servants were having weird expression when they greeted him. Even the old butler looked weird. They smiled and greeted him politely but the smile was... weird.
He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong with everyone but cancelled his thought.
Would they even confess whatever making them look weird?
Would they even admit it?
No.
They would give him a pitiful look, acting as if he was the weird one right now.
And it would only make him feel weirder.
Whatever.
He shrugged it off. Better just ignore it. He would just get a headache if he kept thinking about it.
Jeremy walked to his room with the butler following obediently.
