Minutes after Zoey fell asleep, Matthew heard a faint knock from outside the study. "Come in," Matthew wouldn't usually bother to give Paul permission as he would enter before he could.
After all, his assistant was a reasonable person. He wouldn't interrupt Matthew if it wasn't important. Yes, his meals are important too as Matthew would never skip his meals as his brain needed nutrition to function.
Upon hearing the faint permission, Paul opened the door slowly. When he entered the room, he bowed his head courtly. "Young Master, dinner is served." He announced sternly, acting more like a butler just like what Zoey had told him previously.
"Mhmm," Matthew just hummed. However, instead of getting up and giving orders, Matthew rested his jaw on the back of his hand; his other hand still brushing Zoey's hair, more like massaging her scalp lightly.
