Persie emerged from his bedroom and made his way to the dining room, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Iris smiled and commented, "Master, you look nice."
A wave of gratitude washed over Persie, appreciating her kind words, though he tried to remain composed and simply replied, "Thanks."
Iris couldn't help but find amusement in his modest response. She cast a quick glance at him, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
Persie caught her gaze and furrowed his brows inquisitively, seeking an explanation. Sensing his curiosity, Iris shook her head playfully and uttered, "Nothing."
Persie's narrowed eyes revealed his lingering suspicion, but he chose to let it go for the moment. He shifted his focus ahead, attempting to suppress any signs of his inner turmoil.
