"WHAT are you doing, Young Master Yvo?" Gypsy asked while watching Yvo wipe her hand with his wet handkerchief. Of course, she knew what he was doing. But she wanted to know why was he acting like her hand was dirty when it was perfectly clean. "Is there something wrong with my hand?"
Right now, she and the young master were on the balcony of the lake house.
They had a beautiful view of the lake with its surface sparkling like little diamonds. The crescent moon was also reflected on the surface of the water clearly.
"Noonim, you shouldn't let just anyone hold your hand," Yvo scolded her. "Especially the hand of a dangerous man like that barbaric merman."
"I'm being careful," she said defensively. "I know that I need to protect my reputation as the temporary head of House Woolsey. To be honest, I didn't realize that I was holding Xavier's hand for that long. I just wanted to comfort him since he lost his little sister in a terrible way."
