The lord's eyes were layered with a faint suspicion as they stared at the young man wearing a surprised expression Moulin. His gaze darkened. Arms crossed over his chest; he watched and waited for Moulin's response silently.
Return home? Was he thinking about leaving him? A storm brewed in Hadrian's golden eyes. His towering form intimidated Moulin slightly.
"I... decided to go home once this mission is finished..." Moulin furrowed his brows as he briefly lowered his gaze. He tried to keep a determined expression; however, his nervousness overcomes his courage. He could only honestly speak while hoping that Hadrian would accept his decision.
His delicate fingertips pressed on the hard wooden surface of the desk slightly.
How long was Hadrian standing there? How come I wasn't able to sense him? How much did he hear?
