Lucas Blackwood shrugged, signaling that he too was unaware of what was happening outside.
Perhaps Matt Andrews was clearing his head. As he looked outside, he could sense the slightest moonlight.
Feeling guilty, Matt wondered how late it had become. How long had he been sleeping on this rattan chair?
"I'm sorry, I came here to learn from you, Master, but how could I have slept so much? I hope you're not mad at me. I promise it won't happen again," he said.
Seeing Matt's attitude, Lucas realized he was rather like a teenager. It was the same impression he got from the male protagonist in novels.
"Relax, there's no need to promise anything. Didn't I tell you to rest on that chair? So don't worry about it too much. You were just exhausted this time around, hence the deep sleep. Next time when you are refreshed, we will be able to discuss many things."
