Our conversation was interrupted when the Marquess arrived, but Harriet and the Marchioness weren't with him. That youngest son too wasn't here. I wouldn't care before, but now I'm intrigued. How annoying that I couldn't straight up ask him.
As usual, Marquess Ross was a man of few words as we were already halfway through our breakfast and he barely spoke five or six sentences. Not that I care. I honestly thought the silence in this estate was just what I needed.
While I cut through my pancake, my brow arched as I gazed at Yves. What did he say?
"Jealous?" Augustus snickered, pausing in his meal as he glanced at Yves. "Marsella isn't just your sister, Yves. Obviously, since I am the eldest son, I care about you all."
"But you don't visit Harriet in the middle of the night."
