Happy New Month.
"So tired." Simon yawned leisurely and stretched his flexible body. He casually strode out of the kitchen after taking off his apron, gloves, and face mask.
Three maids walked out of the kitchen toward the dining room, carrying the meals that had just been made by Hayden and Simon.
“I'm going to the restroom; I will be back,” Simon announced to the boys, his eyes not falling on Prothero. It was as if he didn't notice Prothero's presence.
Prothero immediately stood up to follow Simon.
Philip leaned back on the chair and eyed Prothero wickedly. He propped up his head and used his long legs to block Prothero's path. "He just mentioned the restroom," Philip enunciated seriously.
Why was this person always interfering in Prothero and Simon's matters? Prothero was so consumed by annoyance that he almost shot a cold glare at Philip.
