When the rain stopped, the servants hurriedly rushed outside, bringing towels for Cosette and Conrad to prevent them from catching a cold. Conrad assisted Cosette carefully, treating her as fragile as porcelain.
As they walked inside, Cosette took a momentary pause. Her gaze slowly shifted to where Maxen was standing, making the latter raise his brows in worry. However, Cosette said nothing and simply looked at him before resuming in her steps.
"Seriously…" Maxen closed his eyes, remembering the strange look in Cosette's eyes just moments ago. After all that ruckus, he returned to his room. Now, all he could do was lie flat on his back with his arm over his forehead, wondering what happened to Cosette.
"Why does she look so devastated?" he wondered.
His eyes cracked open ever so slowly after a minute of silence. "Was it because of her grandparents? But… why? I thought she would be happy since she was crying and kept saying she missed them?"
