"Alright, I'll come right after you," Mitchell responded with a nod, dismissing the servant with a wave of his hand.
Curiosity piqued, Ryley couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
"Mr. Roe summoned me, so... let's go back first," Mitchell replied, his tone tinged with a hint of concern as they turned back towards the mansion.
The blond's lips formed a slight pout as he pleaded, "But it hasn't been long since we came out for some fresh air... Can't you just come back here later? I'll wait for you here." He gestured towards a nearby wooden bench with a hopeful glance.
Mitchell hesitated, his expression torn between duty and sympathy. After a moment, he relented with a resigned sigh. "Alright, fine. I'll be back soon."
As Mitchell walked away, Ryley wrapped the shawl around his slender frame, settling onto the wooden bench.
